October 2011
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words...”
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Translation by Richard Howard, 1978 (via wine-loving-vagabond)
You’ve got a knife-throwing kind of love
But your silence cuts the deepest
And I know I’ve made a mess of things
And I’m sorry for all that
Wish we could get the time back
