February 2012
69 posts
“Even if I now saw you
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,...”
– Izumi Shikibu (via fleurishes)
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via roscoe-)
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...”
– Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via atramentum)
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...”
– E. E. Cummings (via venebelle)
52hearts:
I constantly worry there aren’t enough telephone lines between, enough strings or layers, enough sidewalks and buildings or new people to meet, enough filled in spaces to keep us from ever accidentally touching each other again.
“You must always be intoxicated. On wine, poetry, or virtue, as you wish. But you...”
– Charles Baudelaire (via whatthewordsmiss)
“Every day the coffee’s bitter no matter how much sugar goes in. The shower is...”
– Daniel Handler, author of Lemony Snicket, on how to stop loving someone. (via modernmethadone)
Aquarius: The Dark Side of the Signs →
houseofaquarius:
Aquarius: Lovely, impartial, humanitarian you. There you are with your amazing ideas, your cutting edge philosophy, your wise objectivity….you are the future. But wait. It’s not all eco-friendly in there is it? Somewhere in your head is a laboratory, a space station or the world wide web. Your…
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via throughthedevilsoftly)
Holy
(via livecharis)
dans ton noir
naufragedelune:
dans le néant où flottent les rêves voici le silence brute d’un bloc fissuré tout est apaisé, tranquille comme une noyade sur tes lèvres un rouge pulpeux sur ton corps les belles traces de couteau tu souris, loin une perle de sang sur ta clope tu es bien, tout est bien et tu hurles jusqu’à ce que le noir recouvre
“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there...”
– The Great Gatsby; F. Scott Fitzgerald (via 52hearts)
“Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope,...”
– Margaret Atwood, from “Mushrooms” in Selected Poems: Volume 2 (via proustitute)
“I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly...”
– Vincent van Gogh (via winterwools)
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. + (via moonandmoon)
“Of all your old photographs, I wanted
this one for its becoming. I think
you...”
– Gabeba Baderoon, from “Old Photographs” (via proustitute)
“What we must do,
I suppose,
is to hope the world
keeps its balance;
what we...”
– Mary Oliver, from “The Owl Who Comes” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)
“He is exactly
the poem
I wanted to write.”
– Mary Oliver, White Heron Rises Over Blackwater (via lavandula)
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then...”
– Karen Marie Moning (via loveyourchaos)
“I need to speak to someone. Not someone. You.”
– David Nicholls, One Day (via whatthewordsmiss)
“Quand on s’en va pour la première fois, on ne sait pas comment se retourner.”
– Didier Van Cauwelaert - Un aller simple (via lamemoiredesjours)
“I told her, “Don’t touch me that way.
Don’t come at me with that sour-cream...”
–
Dorothy Allison
(via seductionofavanoire)
Reading Hurts
suzywire:
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
“Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which...”
– Oscar Wilde (via alluvione)
“She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander
(via my-dark-star)
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles...”
– Henry Rollins (via beatriceisaunicorn)
“Why did he write to her,
“I can’t live without you”?
And why did she write to...”
– Carl Sandburg (via mocasia)
“I have forgotten your love, yet i seem to glimpse you in every window.”
– Pablo Neruda (via talktofrank)
“You know what I think hurts the most? The feeling of being replaced. It’s like...”
– JoAnne Golden (via talktofrank)
borderland: caos calmo. →
myborderland:
“Io ti proteggerò […] E quando ti sentirai perduta, debole, brutta, sola e disperata, non dovrai fare altro che chiamarmi […] E se ti si romperà la lavatrice, la macchina, il computer, il telefonino e ti sentirai morire alla sola idea di consumare energie per ripararli non ti preoccupare: chiama…
“Vi giuro, signori, che l’esser troppo consapevoli è una malattia, un’autentica,...”
– Memorie dal sottosuolo, F. Dostoevskij (via mrsbartleboom)
“She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that...”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via katelizabeth)
“We were engaged in a very intricate dance of touching without touching, knowing...”
– Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe (via constellationsshine)
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year...”
– Courtney Martin (via holdme-closer-tiny-dancer)
“When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs...”
– Franz Kafka (via creatingaquietmind)
The "talking" stage.
pyperjanelle:
baddecisions-goodintentions:
Sometimes, it’s actually kind of fun. Besides getting hurt from time to time, yeah. Being more than just a friend, but being less than a significant other. Just playing around, calling each other pet names, feeling as happy as being the real thing. Feeling that bond with that person, regardless of not being official. Just nothing, but lowkey...
472239364:: Remains of a recollection →
In a year, I will forget the light banter we had over drinks one December night. The air was heavy with unfulfilled hopes of the year and we were all but pouring our hearts out. Lights sporadically lined the deserted alleyway that guided our tipsy selves to a waiting cab. Your eyes were…
te rejoindre
naufragedelune:
au pays de fées un jour je me rendrai
dans le silence de pureté
traverser la frontière, le tranchant de miroir
sans passé, sans retour
voici la nuit froide et immense d’étoiles
la Lune suspendue, d’évidence
et ce mystère : ton rire, léger, dans le vent
“The whole life is a succession of dreams. My ambition is to be a conscious...”
– Swami Vivekananda (via lucifelle)
“Nobody ever tells you that in the act of following your heart, you’re sometimes...”
– Distant Signals
(via 52hearts)
“As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create...”
– Haruki Murakami (via suzywire)
“La vie n’est qu’une longue perte de tout ce qu’on aime.”
– Victor Hugo - L’Homme qui rit (via lamemoiredesjours)
“Sometimes I think I have given out my love to too many ideas and places and...”
–
April Xiong, “Where I Write #21: On the Edge of Sky and Sea”
(via girlinlondon)
“Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An...”
– Richard Laymon (via inn0centbones)
“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me...”
– Andrea Gibson (via make-belief)
I want to know it all.
(via whatthewordsmiss)
“”
–
Start as someone who loves with above-average intensity. Fall so in love with people and with things that you forget to eat and sleep. Stay up all night reading a certain book or listening to a certain song or gazing into a certain person’s eyes or just pacing back and forth thinking about...