May 2013
4 posts
(what if teeth were rivers)
vulgivagus:
It is quiet across letters when t’s aren’t crossed. They would be dot-less i’s, they could be arch-less e’s. They could be l’s that were forgotten. It is quiet across things we haven’t crossed. It is quiet as my thoughts talk to each other and I would cross my arms. Spoken language, yet voiceless. It is quiet since all could mean so much yet nothing when quiet.
April 2013
51 posts
“Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”
– Virginia Woolf
“‘It was a mistake,’ you said. ‘But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake...”
– David Levithan
“Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled...”
– Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
“Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.”
– Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
– Jack Kerouac
“It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more...”
– Tomas Transtromer, After a Death
“I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to...”
– Henry David Thoreau
“You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms.”
– Anna Akhmatova
thegirlwhowearsforever:
I know the numbers are only numbers
But I feel that numbers are the beats of my heart
And that sometimes numbers end
And that mine will end too soon…
My brain sometimes scar(e)s me
With the thought of death;
The images sometimes haunt me,
Late at night,
Alone in bed.
“Can you understand? Can I make you understand somehow? You have begun to mean...”
– Kaherine Mansfield
“It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who...”
– Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”
– Robert Brault
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the...”
– (via hellanne)
“I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in...”
– David Levithan (via hellanne)
“Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.”
– Roberto Bolaño, Amulet
lam·bent: Lessons on Loving a Writer →
- If she has loved you, you will undoubtedly find yourself in some piece of prose, some book, in some dusky shelf. Do not wipe away the dust from the pages, do not read on, you’ll only disappoint yourself. The image of you she finds, is not the one you will always like. - She will take days away from you, quiet solitary moments where her eyes look like glass. You will ask what is for dinner and...
“People search for love as if it were a city lost beneath the desert dunes, where...”
– Diane Ackerman
“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so...”
– Alan Watts
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the...”
– Carl Sagan (via hellanne)
“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are...”
when your angry and sad for no reason and people keep asking what happened, and your like nothing, and they don’t believe you and then they get shitty cos they think you’re lieing to them and you just want to punch everybody in the face because they don’t understand that you can be in a bad fucking mood for no fucking reason and everybody should just fuck off and let you sit there being sad...
“It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But...”
“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can...”
– Andrea Gibson
“Come sleep with me: we won’t make love. Love will make us.”
Confession.
shadow-writer:
I want you more than is reasonable and in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine.
hsaptus:
I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague.
— Fernando Pessoa, opening lines to “[I have in me like a haze]”, trans. Richard Zenith
“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the...”
– Charles Bukowski (via hellanne)
“What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your...”
– Written on the Body - Jeanette Winterson (via allsortsofwrong)
Distance V.
shadow-writer:
Sometimes, If I concentrate hard enough, I can imagine holding you as something more tangible than an armful of air.
Shadow Writer: Linguistics. →
Alone is an apartment so quiet you can hear your neighbor’s faucet drip.
Lonely is letting it drive you half insane.
Alone is eating a meal while standing at the kitchen counter. Lonely is feeding most of it to your dogs.
Alone is not having to share the bathroom mirror. Lonely is a…
“It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left...”
– Jeanette Winterson
“My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.”
– Anne Lamott (via larmoyante)
the shipfitter's wife: LONELY COMES TO VISIT →
fleurishes:
and I hold the door open expectantly. He comes in and shrugs his jacket off and picks out a song on the radio that makes me feel like molasses. Informs me that the light on the porch has blown out and promises to fix it in the morning. I bring out the thick blankets from the linen closet and…
“My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to...”
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“Nobody’s perfect. We’re all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.”
“I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.”
“Terrible things happen to good people every day.
Consequentially, I am not one...”
– Marianna Paige (via hellanne)
“I woke up this morning for three minutes. I rolled out of bed, put on my...”
– Marianna Paige (via hellanne) 