Love isn’t always magic. Sometimes it’s just melting. Where it’s black and...– Andrea Gibson - Maybe I Need You (via thelip0finsanity)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...– Aldous Huxley (1894–1963), from Brave New World (via flommus)
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.– Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (1973)
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via theotherway)
Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is...– Pablo Neruda, It is Born (via mycoldsea)
you are tired
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the...
God Says Yes to Me
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said it sure is I asked her if I could wear nail polish or not wear nail polish and she said honey she calls me that sometimes she said you can do just exactly what you want to Thanks God I said And is it even okay if I don’t paragraph my letters Sweetcakes God said who knows where...
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DABAHUWAN (translation in italics)
- Markay dani meeday tidhi When need required - Maxaan talo meel ka dayey I looked wisdom for every place - markay dani maaha tidhi When need denied - Weydiiyey qof meel ka dayey I asked a fellow who before me sought counsel. - Markay dani maaha tidhi When need denied again - Ku laabtay halkaan ka dayey I returned to where I searched before - Markay dani maaha tidhi When need denied...
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I walked up the door, shut the stairs, said my shoes, took off my prayers, turned off my bed, got into the light, all because you kissed me goodnight. — Natalie Dorsch
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But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a...– East of Eden, John Steinbeck (via theghostonherlips)
It is good to step onto the earth, alone, And be struck dumb, if only for a...– Dylan Thomas, Poetry, November 1955
Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and...– South of the Border, West of the Sun (via harukimurakami)
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A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. — William Butler Yeats
When children are dying, voluntarily raising a hand to their head to stop the violence in the only way they know how: violence Blame the video games and movies, don’t look to the news casts you have playing at family dinners for your five-year-old to see gang fights and police brutality and stand offs while he eats his macaroni and cheese When little girls are sneaking diet pills ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms from around you, the birds take back their language, the cliffs fissure and collapse, the air moves back from you like a...
Trapped in pale tired skin, knees drawn to my chest and aching from the stretch. Didn’t want to disappoint you, the words slip softly from my lips and I feel the stubble of my unshaven skin against my cheek. Never, you reply and the slightest smile works on to my hairless lips. Never; I, repeating, look down at my feet to see anywhere else but my shining legs. Though the sea foam nail polish...
Jesus in the Psych Ward
"My dad?he used to call me a pussy. He liked to ram the message home hard. That's why I'm here," my roommate tells me, not mentioning how he snorted Ritalin then stole the Holy Water from St. Judes. I press him about it and he confesses, "Sometimes I think I'm Jesus." I try not to stare at the gashes on his forearms, try to ignore the yeast infection on his tongue. Behind barred...
The World is no Match for your Love
This world is no match for your Love. Being away from you is death aiming to take my soul away. My heart, so precious, I won’t trade for a hundred thousand souls. Your one smile takes it for free. — Rumi
hardboiledjpegs: On the dance floor bean pool boys sway like awkward corn stalks forever in the effort not to touch one another because in this game no matter how hot the beat is the goal is not to swap a single drop of sweat, to keep the tight t-shirt flat and straight to your stomach. Maybe then no one will hear it growling with a hot hunger to break the middle school dance rules and...
When you sleep on your side, I like to map the constellations between your...– Stephanie Georgopulos “I Like Your Flaws”
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