May 2012
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The missing comes slowly, like aging does, comes quietly in the night while sleep clings to my lashes and cheekbones and mouth. One day I woke up and everything was different. I could see people I’d run into by accident, snatches of grass or dirt or hair or more skin on an arm or calf after stepping out of the shower. I am made of missing, of constantly reaching and yearning for places seen...
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“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he...”
– Emily Brontë (via bavarde)
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“but I say whatever
one loves, is”
– Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute)
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“You play along,
because you want to die for love,
you always have.”
– Richard Siken (via horasmortas)
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“Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You...”
– Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance
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“And maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via saddest-summer)
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“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via seabois)
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“To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.”
– Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via coffeeislovely)
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I am still wandering, though ambling about this website, picking up my pen and setting it down again. I’ve been quiet. I don’t know where the words hide, you understand. I don’t know where they run off to. Even this is a struggle to write. I tango with vowels, shimmy up against the soft spine of consonant. Slowly, it comes back. But it’s nice to be here, nice to see the...
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“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful...”
– Frank O’Hara, Meditations in an Emergency (via cartographe)
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The problem has to do with everyone editing themselves on here. I do it, you do it, we all do it. Sentences get squashed by the ‘delete’ or ‘backspace’ keys, by the blade-like tip of the ballpoint pen as we cross out sentences, words, names; whole feelings, whole experiences. I send words to their death several times a week and it isn’t out of kindness. How many...
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“Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books,...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Why I Adore the Night (via growing-orbits)
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“It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”
– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via flentes)
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“It’s tough being a guy, having to be gruff
and buff, the strong silent type,...”
– Dorianne Laux, “Men”
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“I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t...”
– Henry Rollins (via isetthingsonfire)
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“I’ve always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings...”
– Joy Harjo (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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“She stuck a bookmark
in my heart
and walked away.”
– Saul Williams, from “She” (via jamima-puddle-duck)
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belgards asked: I told the girl that I like that I liked her, and she told me that she has fallen for and has kissed another boy. She told me that if she were sensible, she would fall for and date me. I don't know what to do. I'm lost, really. What should I do now? My heart is not broken, but slightly torn.
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Things lost for the unforeseeable future:
You
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“At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine...”
– Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via pavorst)
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“I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.”
– Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing In America (via larmoyante)
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“He undreams himself, remembers she has left him.”
– Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion (via weissewiese)