April 2011
55 posts
I WILL SELL MY SOUL FOR A JAMES BLAKE TICKET
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how nice it would be to follow the sweat down your...
“In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the...”
– T.S. Eliot
old folks laugh by maya angelou
They have spent their content of simpering, holding their lips this and that way, winding the lines between their brows. Old folks allow their bellies to jiggle like slow tambourines. The hollers rise up and spill over any way they want. When old folks laugh, they free the world. They turn slowly, slyly knowing the best and the worst of remembering. Saliva glistens in the corners of their mouths,...
Emily Dickinson
The moon is distant from the sea — And yet, with amber hands — She leads him — docile as a boy — Along appointed sands — He never misses a degree Obedient to her eye He comes just so far — toward the town Just so far goes away Oh, signor, thine, the amber hand And mine — the distant sea Obedient to the least command Thine eye impose on me
Nietzsche
“If you gaze for long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”
edna st. vincent millay
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned...
oh my goodness →
last all nighter of third year. c’mon, dawn.
“And when the universe has finished exploding, all the stars will slow down, like...”
god speed all the bakers at dawn, may they all cut...
“A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.”
– Nietzsche (via dearscience)
drawing on acid →
I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I...
Jane Eyre
Satisfaction is the death of desire.
The most extraordinary thing about the oyster is this. Irritations get into its shell. It does not like them. But when it cannot get rid of them, it uses the irritation to do the loveliest thing an oyster ever has a chance to do. If there are irritations in our lives today, there is only one prescription: make a pearl. It may have to be a pearl of patience, but, anyhow, make a pearl.
everybody stop hating on my cat i like him way...
“Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and...”
– Fragile Things
