February 2012
Look at your little finger, the emptiness of it is no different than the...
– Jack Kerouac, The Scripture of the Golden Eternity (via theprospectofvanishingforever)
Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
– Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, iv (via proustitute)
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no...
– Robert Frost, Desert Places (via buried-denmark)
never wanted to be anyone but myself although figuring out who i was was...
– Dark Raven (via beryl-azure)
Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It...
– Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter (via larmoyante)
Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has the...
– Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (via ondinia)
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Your skin:
unfamiliar
beautiful
strange.
– Rose Vealina
the smell and the soft hardness of his skin
is what erases her already-wavering...
– Jamie Femilan, Skin
I am all my flaws,
mistakes, heartbreaks and failures.
Do you love me still?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
You have a heart of gold
and I am kneeling in your bloodstream
panning for the...
– Andrea Gibson, from “Staircase” (via loveyourchaos)
I can’t help but wonder if there’s some moon inside me, spinning and shifting...
– Everything I’m Cracked Up to Be, Jen Trynin (via fleurishes)
I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when...
– Arthur Golden (via misswallflower)
Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve...
– Pablo Neruda (via tastyfuck)
I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again.
– Tom Waits (via petit-poids)
I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple...
– John Green (via intoxicatedsoul)
I look up — as if to meet your voice
With all its urgent future
That has burst...
– Ted Hughes, from “Visit”, in Birthday Letters (via growing-orbits)
the veins on the backs of her hands are the color of the clear morning sky...
– W.S. Merwin, The Piano (via beryl-azure)
it is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
– Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems (via beryl-azure)
When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell...
– Stephen King (via misswallflower)
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment...
– Rabindranath Tagor (via seabois)
I told her how until that moment I had not understood that this story was a...
– The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via clavicola)
If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from...
– Extract of Virginia Woolf’s suicide note (via funeral)
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had...
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Wild Swans” (via proustitute)
This morning, with her, having coffee.
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via nicollecamille)
Tell your legs to stop
and turn around where they stand.
To run back to me.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)
perhaps the universe lies in every direction. perhaps i’m waiting for it to wash...
– Written by me (via beryl-azure)
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—young clerks in...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via larmoyante)
Movement always helps. A world of thoughts occurred to her whenever she rode a...
– Elizabeth Hay (Alone in the Classroom)
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thenocturnals)
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I’ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do...
– Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass (via vashti)
No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even...
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via verwardheid)
I drift into the sound of wind,
how small my life must be
to fit into his palm...
– Reginald Shepherd, from “Hesitation Theory” (via earlyfrost)
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep...
– Pablo Neruda (via vashti)
Every
heart writes a different letter
of winter to its cold.
Icicles on sheet...
– Allison Titus, from “Inclement” (via honeychurch)
if you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.
– I Wrote This For You, The Sweet Release (via beryl-azure)
You came empty handed, you will leave empty handed. You came with nothing, you...
– Bhagavad Gita (via elige)
And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,
‘Your...
– Kahlil Gibran (via nirvikalpa)
The more images I gathered from the past, I said, the more unlikely it seemed to...
– W. G. Sebald, Vertigo, trans. Michael Hulse (via proustitute)
as i am rain, you are the rainbow.
– Mindy Halkins (via beryl-azure)
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please— consider me a dream.
– Franz Kafka (via beryl-azure)
I saw your lips, your nakedness, the trees,
that dappled light. I dreamt of...
– Luke Davies, from Totem Poem
via proustitute (via frenchtwist)
In the end, we self-perceiving, self-inventing, locked-in mirages are little...
– Douglas R. Hofstadter, I Am a Strange Loop (via mythologyofblue)
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
– from Sheep in Fog by Sylvia Plath (via crevettefumee)