March 2012
“Go, little naked and impudent songs,
Go with a light foot!
(Or with two light...”
– Pound, from “Salutation the Second” (via leopoldgursky)
“So give down your feather-
weight rage.”
– Graham Foust, from “Sob Poem” (via the-final-sentence)
“I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground.
I am...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via fuckyeahfeministartandliterature)
“You—fresh out of forever. Making for everywhere.”
– Rimbaud (tr. Jeremy Harding), from “To a Version of Reason” (via leopoldgursky)
“And it was as if your own body betrayed you then—
As if only their body...”
– Joe Bolton, from “The Summer Loves” (via the-final-sentence)
person: oh wow! i love that character too!
me: do you
person: what?
me: do you really love them
person: uhm, ye-
me: does your heart shatter every time you see their face
me: do you feel immense pain whenever they do something
me: have you cried for hours because you just love them so much
me: oh god
person:
me: oh god it's happening
me: the feelings are coming oH GOD I'M GOING TO BREAK INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES SHATTER EXPLODE AND BECOME THE STARS IN THE SKY OH MY GOD BABY
me: baby
person:
me: has that ever happened to you
person:
person:
me: you don't love them
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, to suck the marrow...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via girlmeetsdream)
“This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life—
What can...”
– William Stafford, from “You Reading This, Be Ready” (via the-final-sentence)
“[Grayness and monotony remain; grief
the finest elegy can’t heal.]
But perhaps...”
– Adam Zagajewski, from “Improvisation”, translated by Clare Cavanagh (via the-final-sentence)
“For the first time in such a very long time, I was ready to begin again.”
– Claire Seeber, from Bad Friends (thanks, youme-atseven)
“During the monsoon, on my last morning, all this Beethoven and rain.”
– Michael Ondaatje, from Running in the Family (thanks, an-ice-cream-memory)
“Say this life and let it be enough, for once.”
– Joe Bolton, from “Song to Be Spoken, Not Sung” (via the-final-sentence)
“The parts
of me that are on fire can’t
put the parts of you that are on fire...”
– Allison Titus, from “Modern Romance” (via the-final-sentence)
“Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I...”
– “What Lot’s Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn’t A Pillar of Salt),” Karen Finneyfrock (via clavicola)
“[So now live for real, Craig. Live. Live. Live. Live.] Live.”
– Ned Vizzini, from It’s Kind of a Funny Story (thanks, cindyw17)
““…some people think the truth is the worst thing that can happen.
The truth is...”
– “The First Time,” Mindy Nettifee (via clavicola)
“Once there was no language
for the weather, just The sky is low and birdless;...”
– Allison Titus, from “Inclement” (via the-final-sentence)
“Stop the words now
Open the window in the center of your chest
and let the...”
– Rumi, from “Where Everything Is Music”, in The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks (thanks, menata)
Like Working at Walmart by Olena Kalytiak Davis
asleepypuppy:
She heard sad things all day long in the usual turning of phrases until it felt everything she was touching was just a neatly packaged beauty supply or a deeply discounted drug; what everyone needed: detergents and cosmetics; she scanned shells for shotguns and rounds for 22s; and while handling cheap bras and polyester socks she began to feel the flimsiness of the lives of others....
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...”
– Hermann Hesse (via oceaniceyes)
DATE
amongthedays:
Dinner was a shared vegetable fritatta. Two forks. A bottle of Chianti. A last-minute decision to take the meal home. Your house or mine? I recently purchased beeswax candles the color of raspberries. A relaxing drive across town. Cracked windows. A giddy acknowledgement that the air had cooled significantly. Spring retires early, it seems. A dimple shaped moon. Is that a planet,...
“The year you thought you were dying
was a really great year.
You ate licorice...”
– “The Year You Thought You Were Dying,” Mindy Nettifee (via clavicola)
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be...”
– Steve Jobs (via arsvivendi)
“So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the...”
– Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins (via happpiness)
“Take risks! That is really what life is about. We must pursue our own happiness....”
– Linda Olsson (via kari-shma)
“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the...”
– Nora Roberts (via kari-shma)
“This is what you tell me: you’re writing a book
about forever. My children are...”
– “Fiction,” Gregory Sherl, from Heavy Petting (via clavicola)
“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re...”
– Walt Disney
(via fuckyeahhappy)
the Pooh, Winnie
winterlief:
“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said. “Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh. “Yes, but ——” “Why ruin it?” he said. “But you could be doing something Important,” I said. “I am,” said Pooh. “Oh? Doing what?” “Listening,” he said. “Listening to what?” “To the birds. And that squirrel over there.” “What are they saying?” I asked. “That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh. “But you know that...
every day i scare myself
shinjimoon:
“this is your captain” Frank says from the cockpit
“all passengers wishing to bail out any time during our flight
it is too late
I have shredded the parachutes to confetti in celebration of our arrival”
— CAConrad
“Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you...”
– Ralph Marston (via phantasmaholic)
“How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thievess) 