February 2012
75 posts
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via satanasa)
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“Only great pain, the long, slow pain that takes its time—on which we are burned,...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Preface for the Second Edition of The Gay Science (via cassygolightly)
“Movie characters might chase each other through the fog or race down the stairs...”
– Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“Poetry is made of the same stuff you are reading now, the same stuff you use to...”
– The Ode Less Travelled (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
“you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye”
– Margaret Atwood (via thechocolatebrigade)
“see, I have branded you on the palms of my hands”
– Isaiah 49:15 (via entelechies)
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
– David Foster Wallace (via booksvscigarettes)
“If we’re so fucked, one might reasonably ask, why not just go ahead and off...”
– Cunt by Inga Muscio (via thechocolatebrigade)
“When I said I wasn’t with another girl
the January after we fell in love for...”
– Jon Sands, A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You
Still kills me. (via holdonmagnolia)
“what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the...”
– e.e. cummings (via thechocolatebrigade)
☼: 4th of July by Keetje Kuipers →
folkthepainaway:
If I have any romantic notions left, please let me abandon them here on the dashboard of your Subaru beside this container of gas station potato salad and bottle of sunscreen. Otherwise, my heart is a sugar packet waiting to be shaken open by some other man’s hand. Let there be another town after this one, a town with an improbable Western
