"The tragedy of life is that man is never free yet strives for what he can never be. The thing most feared in secret always happens. My life, my loves, where are they now? But the more the pain grows, the more this instinct for life somehow asserts itself. The necessary beauty in life is in giving yourself to it completely. Only later will it clarify itself and become coherent."

- Slacker (1991)


How did she die?

An illusion overdose.


"Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize “The stars are words” and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind."

— Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)




vintagebooksdesign: Hello! Just following this up as we hadnt heard from you. Congratulations on winning a Murakami poster. Please send us your address and we'll get it posted out to you. (Please include email or phone contact fro addresses outside the UK) Thanks, CMYK

Thanks a lot for getting in touch! I think there’s been some hiccup with Tumblr message as I didn’t see your previous message. Here’s my postal address:

Ha Nguyen

11 Donnington Road, Brighton BN2 6WH, UK

I’m looking forward to future activities by Vintagebooksdesign!








The waves wash in, warm and salty, leaving your eyebrows white and the edge of your cheekbone. Your ear aches. You are lonely. On the underside of a satin leaf, hot with shade, a scorpion sleeps. And one Sunday I will be shot brushing my teeth. I am a native of this island.
—Frank O’Hara, from “Pearl Harbor”