February 2012
165 posts
“Nobody wanted your dance,
Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering...”
– Ted Hughes (via cartographe)
“… of golden figures
that breathe like mountains do
and whose skin is...”
– Joanne Kyger, from “September” (via seabois)
“Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope,...”
– Margaret Atwood, from “Mushrooms” in Selected Poems: Volume 2 (via proustitute)
“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
– Pablo Neruda (via f0xfur)
“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when...”
– Oscar Wilde (via whatokay)
“I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens....”
– Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt: Stories (via holdonmagnolia)
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via seabois)
“I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like...”
– Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via fleurishes)
“It isn’t whether. No. Only: how long until
how bad it gets. Our quick, our...”
– Jessica Piazza, Suppose (via grammatolatry)
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via faisceau)
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“We can’t turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot,...”
– Thomas Wolfe (via cartographe)
“What we must do,
I suppose,
is to hope the world
keeps its balance;
what we...”
– Mary Oliver, from “The Owl Who Comes” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)
