January 2012
116 posts
“go out and do something. it isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
– Sylvia Plath (via beryl-azure)
“Being dead while you’re alive — That’s real death.”
– Henry Miller & Anaïs Nin on Death and Dreams (via mirroir)
“What can be explained is not poetry.”
– W.B. Yeats (via bodasdesangre)
“It’s not you I’ve lost,
but the world.”
– Ingeborg Bachmann, from “A Kind of Loss” (translated from the German by Mark Anderson)
theunabridgedjournal asked: i look forward to your words.
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via aestivial)
“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”
– Coco Chanel (via coldandpale)
“So I will lie beside you here
unnamed
until my hands recover from your skin.”
– John Burnside (via ahuntersheart)
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via rabbitinthemoon)
unwritten: His skin, her skin, their skin . As it... →
theunabridgedjournal:
His skin, her skin, their skin . As it meets, his body stutters a little flutter of nerves. Of excitment. Of attraction. Of admiration. He has taken note of everything now. Her skin texture ; buttery and smooth and rougher at the elbows. Her hair : thick and heavy and black but sometimes brown in…
theunabridgedjournal asked: thank you for following me. i adore your blog. it means a lot, each follower, because what i write on this blog is from my deepest thoughts.
“Wherever I am
I am what is missing.”
– Mark Strand, from “Keeping Things Whole” (via weissewiese)
thefckwouldisaywhatfor:
Everyone knew that hotel...
“A creator can only do one thing, he can only continue, that is all he can do.”
– Gertrude Stein, from Picasso (via awritersruminations)
“Language is a darkness pulled out of us.”
– Stanley Plumly, from “Infidelity” (via literary verve)
“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be...”
– Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (via bookmania)
“I hold firmly to this hand, any one’s, with love, with hatred; it does not...”
– The Waves, Virginia Woolf.
frogsandcrowns:
I hate days like this, when i don’t fancy anything for breakfast, can’t choose which tea to have, don’t know what to wear, don’t know what to do, wish the weather was different, wish the day was different. So i end up lying in bed, not eating anything and still wearing my pyjamas at midday. It’s like the unsatisfactions of a year have synchronised just to ruin my day.
“We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and...”
– Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
– Lemony Snicket. (via absinthemakeyouawhore)
“A thousand secrets are hidden in simply sitting still.”
– Karlfried Graf Durckheim, Hara: The Vital Center of Man, p. 127 (via mirroir)
“However far the stream flows, it never forgets its source.”
– Nigerian Proverb (via impaledsilencex)
“I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that...”
– Virginia Woolf (via atomiclanterns)
mitford:
I am imagining this world but I’m inviting you in So I can join you. In the old language, the language No one ever spoke, the language whose words In the scholarly papers are marked by stars, Asterisks that say this word exists by not existing.
— D. Beachy-Quick
I think I am becoming my own *.
mythologyofblue:
I turned aside and slipped into the forest, to hide and be alone.
-Knut Hamsun, Pan
“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost...”
– Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via growing-orbits)