May 2012
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growing-orbits:
For You
My gift to you will be this: A heart full of happiness Often eclipsed by Longing Gingersnaps on autumn Afternoons Being myself at all costs A poem you’ll find Tucked into something On ordinary days And love when you need It the most
— Michelle Dent
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letters to crushes
The first kiss is like a cup of hot tea. Its just you and the cup of tea. You’re sitting alone. The setting is beautiful. You’re dying for the tea but you know it’s too hot now. But you know it has to happen. It has been in your mind long enough. You’re just waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe now it’s not too hot — You lean forward, lift...
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“The tragedy of love is indifference.”
– W. Somerset Maugham, from The Trembling of a Leaf (via growing-orbits)
“Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via betweenthings)
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In Love, His Grammar Grew
fuckyeahlovepoetry:
In love, his grammar grew rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell madly from the sky like pheasants for the peasantry, and he, as sated as they were, lolled under shade trees until roused by moonlight and the beautiful fraternal twins and and but. Oh that was when he knew he couldn’t resist a conjunction of any kind. One said accumulate, the other was a doubter who loved the...
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“A French examination was announced for one Friday late in August. Finny and I...”
– John Knowles, A Separate Peace (via we-pray-for-our-sorrows-to-end)
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“It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re...”
– Norwegian Wood / Haruki Murakami (via anditslove)
“the more I live the more I think
two people together is a miracle.”
– adrienne rich via Autostraddle — Adrienne Rich is Dead (via autostraddle)
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To Myself
yesyes:
You are riding the bus again burrowing into the blackness of Interstate 80, the sole passenger with an overhead light on. And I am with you. I’m the interminable fields you can’t see, the little lights off in the distance (in one of those rooms we are living) and I am the rain and the others all around you, and the loneliness you love, and the universe that loves you...
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“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we...”
– Paul Harding, Tinkers (via crepusculaar)
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“If no pain is possible, then, another question—is no pain desirable? Does...”
– “The Pain Scale” by Eula Biss (via lizonyourface)
“How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.”
– Jane Hirshfield, “Not Moving Even One Step” (The Lives of the Heart)
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“The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired,...”
– Emily Brönte, Wuthering Heights (via decrepita)
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It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny, but at that precise moment I knew I had already chosen the book I was going to adopt, or that was going to adopt me. It stood out timidly on one corner of the shelf, bound in wine-colored leather. The gold letters of its title gleamed in the light bleeding from the dome above. I drew near and caressed...
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“Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”
somewhere else I am saying...”
– Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem (via yesyes)
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clavicola:
YOU’RE SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL
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I made it on the bevel.
1. There is more surface for the nails to grip. 2. There is twice the gripping-surface on each seam. 3. The water will have to seep into it on a slant. Water moves easiest up and down or straight across. 4. In a house people are upright two thirds of the time. So the seams and joins are made up-and-down. Because the stress is up-and-down. 5. In a bed where people lie...
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The moonlight dappled on him too. On her it was still, but on Darl it dappled up and down. “You needn’t to cry,” I said. “Jewel got her out. You needn’t to cry, Darl.” The barn is still red. It used to be redder than this. Then it went swirling, making the stars run backward without falling. It hurt my heart like the train did.
William Faulkner, As I...
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“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with...”
– Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via carneae)
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“I find you syntactically appealing.”
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toiletdrama:
Song of the Week
Title: La Vie En...
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eatfoodzap:
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every time I mention that I really like A Separate Peace to someone IRL they’re just like “omg you know they’re gay right!!!”
and I just sort of stand there thinking
“wow you’re so original and clever did you think of that all by yourself good for you”
and then I remember that I have Oyster who understands me
bless her
in the beginning all of it was a bit amusing, but after...
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She was seeking herself and finding herself in such sweet, half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into...
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“Unfortunately, it is often easier to ignore, dismiss, reject, and even hurt one...”
– bell hooks (via sellessteen)
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“It’s always like this.
I catch their scent and
old feelings come around.
...”
– Xue Tao, excerpt from Peonies (transl. by Jeanne Larsen)
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“Heterosexists say that gay people “always want to make everyone gay” as though...”
– Son of Baldwin (via sonofbaldwin)
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Then the four of them—Cash and pa and Vernon and Peabody—raise the coffin to their shoulders and turn toward the house. It is light, yet they move slowly; empty, yet they carry it carefully; lifeless, yet they move with hushed precautionary words to one another, speaking of it as though, complete, it now slumbered lightly alive, waiting to come awake. On the dark floor their feet...
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There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not from pain.
Oscar Wilde, De...
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Beau Soir (Composer: Claude Debussy, Piano: Dalton...
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“When I first saw her
she was so beautiful
I wanted to be a mirror
and hold...”
– gregory orr (via thestanduptragedian)
“I cried, for happiness, for sadness, but most of all, for emptiness.”
– Daul Kim (via neknekmo)
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“Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem...”
– Frank O’Hara; Mayakovsky, st. 4, from Meditations in an Emergency (via awnaw)
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“But love is something that has to be as selfish as it is unselfish. You can’t...”
– Aprilynne Pike (Illusions)
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Want to know what's awesome about being an...
justanorthernlight:
Being told that you’re sick, or damaged, or not human for not wanting sex is awesome.
Having your friends constantly tell you that you’re going to die alone and have your body eaten by your cats is awesome.
Being dragged to therapy to ‘fix’ you is awesome.
Every guy you come across trying to ‘save’ you is awesome.
Being told to your face that all it would take is...
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“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long...”
– William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
(via todieistoliveinherhead)
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