May 2013
He asked about the stars.
He named my galaxies.
He made constellations out of...
– Molly Anne Barrett
I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.
– Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
– Robert Frost (via somebody-else)
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
– Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via mirroir)
Odd how rare it is to meet people who say things that we ourselves could have...
– Virginia Woolf (via eulum, awritersruminations)
Every life is a piece of music. Like music we are finite events, unique...
– Hannibal Lecter (via nbchannibal)
he will never forget his first sight of the sea- a grey rippling vastness, like...
– Hilary Mantel (via beryl-azure)
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One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into...
– Jeanette Winterson, from The Stone Gods (via violentwavesofemotion)
At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.
– Federico García Lorca (via tierradentro)
My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to embrace and hold...
– Anaïs Nin, House of Incest (via emlll)
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched
– Edgar Allan Poe (via psicoquinesia)
I read my books until
I nearly broke their spines, and in the cotton field,
I...
– Natasha Trethewey, from “Letter Home” (via growing-orbits)
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You have my whole heart. You always did.
– Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its...
– Vincent Van Gogh. (via mirroir)
i have no connection. i am a wandering star shining my light where it may fall…
– Dark Raven (via beryl-azure)
I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know...
– Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream (via larmoyante)
A horror so deep only ritual can contain it.
– Sarah Kane, Crave.
(via batarde)
You were only ever a dream.
Your body disintegrated beneath my touch.
– Molly Anne Barrett
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
– Adrienne Rich (via mirroir)
Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.
– Mark Twain (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)
I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the...
– Sierra DeMulder (via petrichour)
my real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...
– Hermann Hesse (via beryl-azure)
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.
– Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three (via mirroir)
I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward...
– Richard Brautigan, Star Hole (via sleepinginthesnow)
kindstrangeriflostpleasereturn:
I have empty riverbeds carved into my cheeks.
A dried out landscape from past streams.
I can still taste the salt.
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April 2013
how fragile we are, between the few good moments.
– Jane Hirshfield, Vinegar and Oil (via beryl-azure)
kindstrangeriflostpleasereturn:
Trace my spine,
you’ll find the truths you need there.
Don’t question my eyes,
they’ve been trained to lie.
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The world is so complicated, tangled, and overloaded that to see into it with...
– Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night A Traveller + (via mythologyofblue)
kindstrangeriflostpleasereturn:
When the moon stares down at you
from a blue sky,
your dreams have come into daylight,
you can see your demons
in the sun.
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kindstrangeriflostpleasereturn:
I injected myself with sadness.
It has no way out.
It sleeps in my blood,
creeps around my heart,
whispers to my lungs.
It has turned my body against me,
and conspires,
to steal my breath from me.
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Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends...
– Jane Hirshfield, “To Hear the Falling World” (via litverve)
so i will lie beside you here
unnamed
until my hands recover from your skin.
– John Burnside (via beryl-azure)
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I found I could say things with colour and shapes that I couldn’t say any other...
– Georgia O’Keeffe. (via martynwindsor)
Recognize that the very molecules that make up your body, the atoms that...
– Neil deGrasse Tyson (via atomos)
kindstrangeriflostpleasereturn:
I’ll miss the breath
in your lungs,
singing in your sleep.
I’m miss the warmth
radiating
from your soft, soft skin.
I’ll miss your lips,
and their secret sorrows.
I am sorry
that I couldn’t bandage
the breaks in your soul.
I am sorry
that I couldn’t heal you.
I am sorry
that I couldn’t heal me.
Will be all,
always,
be this broken?
...
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I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the...
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I will never forgive your mouth.
I will never forgive it
for breathing into me...
– Kind Stranger, If Lost Please Return.:
he thought, what if i stayed here? let the sun swallow me, and the orange dazzle...
– Zadie Smith, The Book of Other People (via beryl-azure)
I woke to a sea of blue.
What a cliche, to be drowning in someones eyes, to...
– Kind Stranger, If Lost Please Return.: