May 2011
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“What is more touchingly real than your room? The iron bed, the hard pillow, the...”
– Anais Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller
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“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like...”
– Janet Fitch
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When you watch a movie and the last twenty or so minutes of it is so beautiful and sad and perfect and you’ve just been crying and crying and can’t even be bothered to turn off the credits because you’re just replaying the parts that made you cry over and over again in your head which is just making you cry harder and you’re touching your cheeks and looking at your fingers...
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If You Want Me - Glen Hansard & Marketa...
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“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a...”
– Robert Frost (via melancholynotes)
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“Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass...”
– Miranda July
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“Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must...”
– White Oleander, Janet Fitch
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You are the novel I wish I could summon the courage to write, the spaces between my fingers where sunshine winds through. You are the distance from here to the glimmering, cratered moon. You are the gentle sweep of a question mark, the et cetera of my rambling, rushing thoughts. You are the dawn, the sweet dew-smell of butterfly skin, the way the trees bend to the gentle gale of the wind. You are,...
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Some of it is still fuzzy. It’s almost as if I’ve woken from a wonderful dream but the contents of that vision are as hard to hold onto as helium balloons as they drag you farther from the ground and up to the clear blue above the clouds, so that you have no choice but to let go. I’m gathering the pieces of what I knew, what I had time to grab, like little bits of 1,000 piece...
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