May 2013
38 posts
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via liquidnight)
“Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings,...”
– Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via ruineshumaines)
“Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have...”
– Maya Angelou (via the-healing-nest)
“You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to...”
– Erin McKean, You Don’t Have to Be Pretty (via larmoyante)
“Whenever I speak with you, I end up dying more, a little more.”
– Frida Kahlo (to Diego Rivera)
“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know...”
– Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream (via larmoyante)
“Flowers open every night
across the sky, a breathing peace
and sudden flame...”
– Rumi, from The Essential Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks (via litverve)
“It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I could start fires with what I feel for you.”
– Fires, David Ramirez (via onlinebabe)
“Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.”
– Yousuf Karsh (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Only by you my heart always moves.”
– e.e. cummings (via larmoyante)
“It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it...”
– Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via larmoyante)
“I think I am too sarcastic to believe in myself.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, from Ecce Homo (via violentwavesofemotion)
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is...”
– Aldous Huxley (via janebrickley)
“I suspect it’s difficult for men to imagine a world in which their bodies have...”
– Stop Catcalling Me (via coffeeurlgirl)
“Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful...”
– Frances Hodgson Burnett (via hellanne)
“It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who...”
– Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
“Trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars...”
– E.E Cummings, from Dive For Dreams (via violentwavesofemotion)
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
– David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via larmoyante)
“The rain says, Listen to Debussy,
go ahead, Debussy will fix you.
But the rain...”
– Dan Chelotti (via violentwavesofemotion)
April 2013
55 posts
“The saddest word in English: Stay.”
– 6-Word Story #49 (via pythons)
“If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that...”
– Houlahan (via floranymph)
montanablackart:
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”
—Anaïs Nin
“Wake up every morning and tell yourself that you’re a badass bitch from hell and...”
– Kate Nash’s advice to college students (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
“I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the...”
– Sierra DeMulder (via larmoyante)
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being...”
– Louise Flory (via larmoyante)
“In the daylight we know
what’s gone is gone,
but at night it’s different....”
– Margaret Atwood, from “Two Dreams, 2” in Eating Fire: Selected Poetry, 1965-1995 (Virago, 1998) (via apoetreflects)
A Poet Reflects: litverve:
Throughout the dismal... →
apoetreflects:
litverve:
Throughout the dismal months my life sparkled alive only when I made love with you. As the firefly ignites and fades out, ignites and fades out––in glimpses we can trace its flight in the dark among the olive trees.
Throughout the dismal months the soul lay shrunken, lifeless, …
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via blua) 