January 2012
61 posts
it’s february! one day closer to easter, one day closer to summer
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thatsprettybadass:
““An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.””
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J.D. Salinger, Franny & Zooey. Salinger died two years ago today. (via doubledaybooks)
“beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade”
death isn’t an escape.
I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper “more” — Rumi
feel shitty re: self
we found love in a *helpless* place. there is hope, though
new favourite
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part Three: Love
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed, I’d count them on my hand, ...
Light years are a measure of immense distance and not time but we will never be light years away from each other because there is no distance.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes and ships...”
my new favourite writer/poet
from warsanshire.blogspot:
“ praise the soft belly
- why do you live in your body like you will be given another? as if it were temporary. you starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. tell it that should be completely different. you tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. you fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises...
I’m far away from home but further, because contact with home is significantly less.
heytheresidney:
Lovesong - Adele
Looking for something that you can’t find? Aren’t we all?
There’s this higher love I’ve been...
Blind-sided, everytime
suddenlyflying:
You’ve never been the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light, you are unbeatable. Some people who aren’t geniuses have the most amazing ability to stimulate it in others.
- Sherlock to John, The Hounds of Baskerville (Mark Gatiss)
It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable...
“between us, imagine all the hours we’ve spent, half living, waiting for someone...”
– warsanshire (via dreamhampton1)
from warsanshire.tumblr.com, it makes perfect sense :
Anonymous: Do you think love forgives?
- the thing about love is that it accommodates who you are. so if you are lazy then your love is lazy. and if you are fearful your love is afraid. i loved someone who couldn’t forgive, and he loved me despite his inability to forget. we didn’t get far. it was still love though, just not the kind...
