February 2012
35 posts
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“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s...”
– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of A True Story
“I wish I had a voice that could sing the soul songs you deserve.”
– Nerve Confession #127025
“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me...”
– Andrea Gibson (via misslucydanger)
“isma garab marno, hadaan is garab marno isma garan wayno”
– May we never walk past each other. And if that so happens, may we still remember. (Somali proverb) (via eyesofadiaspora)
“Today is the beginning of Lent. And I’m giving up apologizing.”
– Conor Oberst
Dear Conor (if this quote is accurate), this is the best idea ever.
(via loveyourchaos)
Entertain me?
www.speakthesewords.tumblr.com/ask
I’m getting ready for work, and while appraising my outfit in the mirror, I noticed something. I look like a fucking adult. Not only that, I’m a pretty adult. When did this happen?
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“You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh
“Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion...”
– Roland Barthes (via debaucherie)
“I can’t get enough. Desire is endless. Sometimes I want to fuck everything in...”
– Kim Addonizio, from “A Brief History of Condoms” (via debaucherie)
❥: Love After Love by Derek Walcott →
forgottendialects:
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by...
BE EXCELLENT.: It really is horrifying →
grrrlvirus:
feministhistorian:
[TW: domestic violence]
vuhnessah:
that Kanye West got not only more flack, but a worse reputation for grabbing a microphone out of Taylor Swift’s hands and making a rude comment than Chris Brown did for beating his girlfriend until her face was…
beardpoetry asked: I like your style, stranger.
poetbabble:
…how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike:
Scared.
But reckless.
- Rudy Francisco
poetbabble:
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
- Anne Sexton, from Wanting to Die
only-the-unloved-hate:
Some people fall in love with physical traits: flawless skin, white teeth, long hair, a skinny body, and a beautiful face. I, on the other hand, fall in love with how people see the world. I think there is nothing that separates a person more than their outlook on life. I could listen for hours about how someone navigates through life or describes the world through their...
all the girls you've ever loved, i think i loved...
warsanshire:
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interlude for the grand sonata
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re...
January 2012
60 posts
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“I wish that every time you touched me left a mark.”
“Dear Ex-Lover,
I hope my daughter never bares her soul at a poetry showcase,...”
– from “Dear Ex-Lover” by Jasmine Mans (via wimpybeatnik)
“The scars on my skin
are the remains of a life
I lived without you.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Baby Boy Green: What happens if you fall in love... →
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they...
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via snowstorminjuly)
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Christian Drake - Bloodbath
And it came in like the barking of dogs in your belly, the lunatic dogs that bark every full moon on the dot. The clock in you unwound, the little room collapsed, and the blood trickled out in a thin red ribbon, licking the white sheets. They call it a period, but it’s really a run-on sentence babbling on all week. It’s the definition of womanhood reduced by repetition to the tedium of tampon...
