December 2011
86 posts
“…the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world…it...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via mynameisapoem)
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she realized that she had been sleeping for days. it had been wonderful, the sensation of being without the discomfort of a real body with physical needs. in her dreams she knew what people were saying without their saying it, language was superfluous.
now she was awake. she was thirsty. she grasped for the water bottle laying by her bed. stale. she got up and filled the bottle in the bathroom...
“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through...”
–
Miranda July, It Chooses You
(via leopoldgursky)
Lesson 9: Concrete
dullbladeofhumility:
Meditation
Medication
Illusive illustration
Anxiety, infatuation
laying dead, floor of the nation.
“Modern man must descend the spiral of his own absurdity to the lowest point;...”
– Václav Havel (via kralovnapiva)
i want to do something crazy and spontaneous but that kind of thing requires skill/planning. conundrums.
my life is absence mixed with presence
i am alone
in anticipation of something that will bring me into a moment
a moment that i won’t let go of
for now life is like sink water
a chain of something
you can’t catch
but i am still present in the absence of the moment
waiting to find the iron chain of being
grasping
“Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via atomos)
tumblr stalking someone who happens to write exactly as this guy i used to kinda date talked. it’s uncanny, i can’t stop reading this guys writing, and i kinda miss the guy i know now, although i have been missing him for a little while now.
i like things that are simple. i like things that are tangible. i like waking up in the morning and knowing what to do, and knowing that once i do it i won’t need to worry anymore. this is not life. sure, i can try to do this with school; things might get crazy busy once in a while but once something is done it’s done.
with life? no way. i’m retracing my path through the same...
afrosandarticulation:
i almost made all my bad feelings about myself into one word
but putting that in between my tongue and teeth
would make it solid.
merry christmas/happy hanukkah
i’m not religious, and i don’t believe in the magic of christmas, but for all of you that do, i’m jealous. i love you all and hope you have a great rest of your christmas day. i’m nearly off to sleep now, i ate so much. i really believe that hibernation would be the best deal for the rest of winter.
“cigarettes are like scented candles after sex.”
– a guy i knew from a long time ago
i live for a small portion of the time i am alive — moments. days are simply the stream that connect them. i float on days; but one cannot drink days. no, moments are the single elixir of life.
“I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on...”
– Harun Yahya
some people know so much about music that i just feel like i can’t talk. i hate that. i have taste, i just don’t know everyones name.
“There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand...”
– Vaclav Havel
i love playing house
“Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolescence ever, quite...”
– Truman Capote (via decrepito)
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there’s something about your body
i think they call it supple
i don’t know what that means but it looks like your muscles are saying it over and over
steady and strong
there’s something about your body
your bones curve in toward your heart
i want to be where your heart is
so that your bones curve in toward me
would you mind if i stayed there for a while
i just need a...
“Still I am a poet in the sense of a perceiver and dear lover of the harmonies...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
its-turtlesallthewaydown:
And the one who can help didn’t pick up their phone, and the kids at school aren’t decent, and I probably brought the rumors and remarks and loneliness on myself but I do not do not do not want to be sad anymore. So here’s to fixing it on my own, and I wish so badly that didn’t come off so ‘woe is me, give me attention’.
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notes from the front line (third time around)
figure out what your favorite flower is, most likely no one will ever ask you, but you’ll just be that much classier on the inside.
presents shouldn’t be useful.
presents shouldn’t be books.
there’s usually a reason why people don’t like you, so figure it out or decide you don’t care.
take mental health days.
“We haunt ourselves, and sometimes we do such a good job, we lose track of...”
– Wintergirls (via itneedstobedone)
yeah, i like talking about myself. why else would i have this blawg?
drunk texts are not sexy. please go away. am i supposed to think you’re cool cause you’re spelling things oddly out of your inebriation? i’d just never get drunk if i acted like that.
lock that shit down. thank you.
its-turtlesallthewaydown:
There’s sitting at a kitchen table with someone at 3 in the morning, sharing a glass of water and the rest of the house asleep.
I don’t think sex is the most intimate thing two people can do together.
“I’m afraid that reason will triumph and that the world will become a place where...”
– David Byrne (via theradiosongs)
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hi.
i’ve wanted to write to you for a while now about something small. remember that time when we were playing cards? i insisted on dealing and you said it would be easier if we each just took our own cards and i said no, even though it was obvious that you were right. remember how embarrassed i was? how i threw the cards across the table and ran upstairs and tears fell out of my eyes...
i went to bed at six and slept for twelve and a half hours last night. it was amazing waking up on a weekday and not dreading impending action.
