December 2009
31 posts
Who knows what I was up to? Maybe I was up to nothing. Maybe I am just being...
– Philip Roth, Portnoy’s Complaint. the raggiest of bags reminded me today just how filthy this hilarious little book is. (via meaghano)
Dear Tyra
I really need your advice: neverforgets
Subdivisions
magicmolly: The subway makes a noise like a dentist’s drill or airplane. An old man with a crocheted white cap paces the car asking for money. “One dollar to buy a cup of coffee,” he says, and two women give him a dollar each. He continues the chant, sing-song, and I wonder whether it would be more effective to alter the chorus once the dollar for coffee has been donated. “A dollar for dinner” or...