Three Books About Books By Bookish Lads
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
some really gorgeous prose
Can I love Hemingway’s writing but hate Hemingway?
pleasure is a lightening bolt that leaves no trace
some anonymous little merican sent poppa some h8 mail and poppa aint havin none of it
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