May 2013
2 posts
This love is silent.
– T.S. Eliot (via lonehands)
April 2013
11 posts
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
– “Vinegar and Oil,” Jane Hirshfield (via elliptical)
Heart, do not stain my skin
With bruises; go about
Your simple function. Mind,...
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Theme and Variations II” (via talisman)
i am an ocean of quiet.
– Rakishi. 1912. (via lylaandblu)
[I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks....
– Wallace Stevens, from “Domination of Black” (via the-final-sentence)
You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d...
– Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via loveyourchaos)
March 2013
8 posts
Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The...
– Marjorie Celona (via elliptical)
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in―what more could he ask? A few...
– Les Misérables by Victor Hugo (via seols)
Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be.
– Matt Berninger (via penseesduchoeur)
February 2013
7 posts
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of...
– T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via lonehands)
I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the...
– Sierra DeMulder, from “Cycle of Abuse” (via fleurishes)
January 2013
15 posts
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast...
– The Winter of the Air (via lonehands)
[You want to know what I know?]
Your own hands are lying.
– Carolyn Forché, from “Taking Off My Clothes” (via the-final-sentence)
He seeks life where it is to be found: in all that is most delicate, in the...
– Hugo von Hofmannsthal (via seabois)
The air is a beautiful princess without bones.
– Takiguchi Shuzo, “Documents d’oiseaux” (via seabois)
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
– Robert Brault (via loveyourchaos)
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
– Alan Moore (via dinosaurcostume)
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is...
– Kurt Vonnegut (via girlwithoutwings)
You play along,
because you want to die for love,
you always have.
– Richard Siken (via coffeeisjolly)
It’s about girls who sleep in abandoned cars and set things on fire. It’s about...
– Harmony Korine (via seabois)
December 2012
17 posts
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
– Charles Bukowski (via sadseas)
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
– Richard Brautigan (via theundiscoveredcontinent)
If I love you more, will you suffer less?
– Elie Wiesel quotes his five-year-old grandson at Boston University lecture series (via lunelait)