December 2011
130 posts
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for...”
– T.S. Eliot
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You have a lavender scent. It slithers through the air and begins to meander up my nostrils. I don’t like it.
“Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love—it is kind and...”
– Steve Harvey
“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ‘tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”
— Brian Jacques
Pa Pa Power | Dead Man’s Bones
i love...
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I think I’m too vigilant to recreate the insanities that are created in my mind. I’m constantly regarding what is kept in my mind that it has fractured my ability of actually trying to escape the gates surrounding myself. I’ve tried—tried too harshly perhaps. I can’t say things lightly without feeling like I’m too tight-knit. I can’t say things too...
i need a cigarette
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I was seeing my shit for the first time (in the city you sit on the bowl, then flush right away, without looking). I was now calling it shit, which I think is what people call it. Shit is the most personal and private thing we have. Anyone can get to know the rest - your facial expression, your gaze, your gestures. Even your naked body: at the beach, at the doctor’s, making love. Even...
“I never tire of birdsong and sky and weather. I want to write poems that are natural, luminous, deep, spare. I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through and see the world.”
— Stanley Kunitz, The Art of Poetry No. 29
“Sometimes I have the feeling that we’re in one room with two opposite...”
– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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i want to make a tiger mask out of papier-mâché and prance around with it on and only have that and these bright orange heels on and nothing else and just have a great time, by myself
rosings:
Blue Spotted Tail by Fleet Foxes
This...
“She lives what paper poets only write.”
– Angel Clare, Tess of the D’Ubervilles
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I miss too much. The feeling of desperately needing that time alone with you never seems to whither off my mind. I’m never temporarily satisfied with how much time I get with you, and it seems to be all of my fault. I’m here—you’re there. It’s nibbling at my conscious and making me hazy, and unaware of what’s really going on around me. It’s as if...
“Utopias are under every rock, on every leaf, behind every tree, in the clouds and in the wind. The sun’s course on the days of equinox; the tiny habitat of a beetle on a lime leaf; the pointed maple’s red fire; the scent of herbs in a wooded gorge; a frog’s croak in the duckweed; the primrose’s perfume on the banks of a mountain creek; animal traces in the snow; the trajectory of a bird darting...
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I finally went outdoors today. I finally saw some really cute, little houses all lit up and ready for their Christmas extravaganza. I also had too much caffeine today which sort of made me queezy. I don’t know how that could ever happen though—I could drink coffee for hours and never feel like this. Ah, well. I’m glad I’m home now. I’m going to watch Christmas movies...
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“I had no illusions about you,’ he said. ‘I knew you were silly and...”
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil
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If only I had a car; I’d drive the nearest red box in town and order so many sappy ridden movies. I’d cry to each and every one of them throughout the whole night and not feel terrible about it at all. At the end of each movie I would ready myself for another storm of Donna-tears and hope for the best.
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“And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. “So what are you reading right now?” And all too often, “Well, I’m not much of a reader.” WELL I’M NOT MUCH OF A DINNER BUYER. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.”
— Henry Rollins
me: hey
friend: i have a boyfriend
me: whats up
friend: we totally made out last night
me: ok so how are you
friend: in love with my hot boyfriend
me: wow
friend: boyfriend
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Holidays seem to flood down the drain now. I don’t see the point of them anymore. The tree in the living room makes me sad because it’s not as bright as it used to be—to me of course. Where has all that abundance of holiday spirit gone? I want it back. I just hope that Christmas eve is full of delicious Mexican food and pastries.
Look at me; I’m excited for food.
