we were just pretending
"I guess I like that idea that you could pretend yourself into new feelings and new relationships. Obviously I'm a big pretender. but the kind of leap where it's almost like some kind of science fiction thing happens. Like we were just pretending, and then what's this? We actually have new powers now, and we see each other differently, and in fact all of life has suddenly tilted. I'm going for that everyday, personally."
~ Miranda July
~ Miranda July
Posts tagged "George Davis"
I was lonely, I loved, I was lonely, I loved; the alternation is familiar, God knows, and often I think it is a sort of shabby arrogance on my part to believe that I brought to that alternation a unique talent, my own compound of courage and generosity and tenderness. But as I sit here now, in this ramshackle ship’s parlor, I dare believe just that … I am, oh believe me, these few days before the New Year, where I belong: at sea in Brooklyn.
George Davis. (via rach)
I just saw February House at the Public Theater and now I’m kind of obsessed with this story. A crumbling Victorian in Brooklyn Heights in 1940 that was co-inhabited by George Davis, Carson McCullers, W.H. Auden, Benjamin Britten, Gypsy Rose Lee, and like 30 other awesome art/lit types.
