January 2010
19 posts
“There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (ExtremelyIncredibly)
801. Listening to somebody's heartbeat
(via sunsetsilhouettes)
Watchbrokenmachine:
preparing (ft. bon iver)
Pluto to Persephone, Daniel Williams
poetry365:
I know what it is you want from me but you see I cannot give it I am hell and hell is a nice place to visit but when you want to leave you want to leave
when you speak to me you converse with darkness hold my hand old bones rattle when you kiss me imagine kissing the skull of a saint mouldering in a cave large balloon of spirit flown imagine taste of white bone ...
suzywire:
“What’s the world for if you can’t make it up the way you want it?” Kathy had once asked her. “What do you mean, make it up?” “make it something other than what it is. Make it something more than what it is.” Isabelle had shaken her head.”That’s not something we can do. We can’t just imagine things to be different. I mean we can, but it won’t really change anything-not in the real...
“What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion,...”
– Anais Nin
The Telling | Mookie Katigbak
muscovite:
When I tell you that you have an effect Upon me you may not intend, and you Ask me to render, not tell, I think of cities I have been to And have yet to see, where at some ungodly Hour, a train slips through unseen tracks, All grooved wheels and steam pipes Announcing neither arrival nor departure But passage, sure and swift as rain after A dry spell. In the town square, vendors sell...
“You try to warn him, you tell him you will want to get inside him, and ruin him,...”
– Richard Siken
flight of the conchords mixed tape →