February 2012
1 post
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to...
– Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All (via razorbladesalvations)
January 2012
53 posts
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really...
– Alyson Noel, Evermore (via 52hearts)
This accidental
meeting of possibilities
calls itself I.
I ask: what am I...
– Dag Hammarskjöld (via whiskey river)
What is to give light must endure burning.
– Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning. (via parabola-magazine)
I wish that I had spoken only of it all.
– Gertrude Stein, from “Stanzas in Meditation” (via proustitute)
The days grow and the stars cross over
And my wild bed turns slowly among the...
– Muriel Rukeyser, “Darkness Music” (via awritersruminations)
We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that’s the thread that we follow...
– Paul Auster (via liquidnight)
Here is something to fight; and when I wake early I say to myself Fight, fight....
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 11 October 1929 (via proustitute)
Ask yourself if what you’re doing today is getting you closer to where you want...
– Unknown (via kari-shma)
How rare, two lovers scribbling away,
admiring each other’s words in privacy.
– Maxine Kumin, from “Sonnets Uncorseted” (via proustitute)
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me...
– Charles Bukowski (via andwhisper)
Some of the cities were outside of me and others were inside.
– Vanessa Veselka, Zazen (via proustitute)
Slow down and enjoy life. It’s not only the scenery you miss by going too fast -...
– Eddie Cantor (via kari-shma)
If an answer were possible death would not travel alongside life, life would not...
– Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions I, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in...
– Abraham Lincoln (via kari-shma)
Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the...
– Roald Dahl (via kari-shma)
Only by going too far can one possibly find out how far one can go.
– Jon Dyer (via kari-shma)
We are never given dreams without the power to make them come true.
– Richard Bach (via kari-shma)
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and...
– Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma)
I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open...
– Mary Oliver, from “Lead” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,...
– W.B. Yeats, “He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven” (via liquidnight)
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter’s own...
– Helen Hunt Jackson, from “January” (via proustitute)
Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it’s what’s in the middle...
– Hope Floats (via kari-shma)
me when i'm drunk
me: THIS IS SO FUN
drinks
me: OMG SOMEONE TAKE SHOTS WITH ME
drinks
me: I LOVE ALL OF YOU
drinks
me: WHY ARE YOU ALL SO NICE TO ME
drinks
me: DID YOU KNOW THAT I'M SINGLE AGAIN
drinks
me: WHY AM I SO ALONE?
drinks a lot
sings sheryl crow's "first cut is the deepest" while hugging a lamp in the corner of the party and crying
drinks
me: I MESTH ERETYGHINH UP SOMERTONE HERLPS MEF
There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives...
– Philip Larkin, from “Love, We Must Part Now” (via proustitute)
The act of writing defies all distance.
– Edmond Jabès, The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
In your hopelessness is the only hope, and in your desirelessness is your only...
– Osho (via kari-shma)
We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and...
– Carson McCullers (via maybachs)
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
– Philip Larkin, from “Days” (via proustitute)
I want to love well. To see you as you are, not as a character in my film noir....
– Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries (via e-pic)
He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his...
– Pablo Neruda (via theparisreview)
He was the universe to me, and all that was not him, was nothing to me.
– Fanny Hill (via 18thcentury)
Dreaming is above us, silence below, in stones.
– Edmond Jabès, from Aely in From the Book to the Book, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop. Thank you proustitute: (adapted from touba)
A thousand secrets are hidden in simply sitting still.
– Karlfried Graf Durckheim, Hara: The Vital Center of Man, p. 127 (via crashinglybeautiful)
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast...
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence (via liquidnight)
The people who matter will recognise who you are.
– Alan Cohen (via kari-shma)
Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods,...
– Henry David Thoreau, December 25, 1856 From The Journal of Henry David Thoreau 1837-1861 (via liquidnight)