February 2012
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ungathering:
I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of fingertips. But there are dozens of interpretations for the clutching of a fist, the stretching of a finger - there are too many exceptions and not enough rules. Syntax and grammar do not exist in the curl of fingers to palm, only a wilder language of thought and...
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January 2012
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Hi, so. I don’t do these things ever but I know how many of you are so down this year because horrid Valentine’s day is coming up and yes okay you are probably without a Valentine so (if you’ll have me) I want to write three of you legit, honest-to-god love letters about how I think the sun shines out of your cabooses. And I hope maybe some of you guys will reblog this and do the...
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“Moonlight making crosses
on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.”
– Richard Siken, Crush (via volutation)
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A reading by me: Anne Sexton, “December...
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ephemeral- asked: hello! i know you are a very popular blog, especially when it comes to your writing, and my boyfriend and i have started a zine for writers, and we would really like some recognition for it, especially if you have any followers that live in australia. the tumblr url is bande-apart (fill in the blanks), and i also think it would be really great if you submitted something sometime too! thanks so...
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“Hands learn more than minds do.
Hands learn how to hold other hands,
How to...”
– Sarah Kay, from “Hands”
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“Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.”
– Jack Kerouac (via pavorst)
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“People who know and love the same books you do have the roadmap of your soul. I...”
– Cassandra Clare (via honeychurch)
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“Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and...”
– Toni Morrison, Beloved
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clavicola:
I apologize if the words are a little smudged around the edges tonight.
I have so many things to say but the rain keeps washing them into gutters and sidewalk cracks and all I have left are a few dying lines that are only good for lining the walls inside my bones.
“She is two parts flesh
and one part secondhand clothing.
She presses her knee...”
– Arlene Ang, The Plagiarist (via grammatolatry)
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“The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.”
– Anne Michaels, from “Memoriam”
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aurelle asked: Dear Kristina, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being so smart and kind and creative and always having the right thing to say at the right time. Today I was having a tough day, and I took my regular peep at your beautiful blog. I saw your post (/post/16622816175/) and it honest to god put a smile on my face and brought me to tears. You are wonderful. I will now tell my friends to come...
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“Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...”
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via massdestruction)
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“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple...”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via obdormio)
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“I want to bend in a thousand directions, like the sun does, like love does, like...”
– Andrea Gibson (via poeticethic)
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This has been said a billion and one times but I don’t think anyone’s going to really start listening until we’re all screaming it at the top of our lungs. Lately I just want to grab all of you up in my arms and shake you and tell you that every single inch of you is beautiful and so fucking what if society tells you that you could stand to lose a few pounds, that your nose is...
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“You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air...”
– “For Grace, After a Party,” Frank O’Hara (via clavicola)
