March 2012
1 post
December 2011
1 post
November 2011
20 posts
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose...
– Søren Kierkegaard, Either - Or (via decembrist)
9
I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
17
...
– Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18 (via yesyes)
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you,...
– Richard Siken (via cyrtenes)
A Romantic Story
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And they lived happily ever after.
I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it...
– Tania De Rozario, A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name (via yesyes)
October 2011
45 posts
I like the rain before it falls.” “Of course there is no such thing,” she said....
– Jonathan Coe, The Rain Before it Falls (via decembrist)
I went down to the bookstore this evening
and found myself in the poetry...
– Julia Vinograd, In the Bookstore (via grammatolatry)
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s...
– Jodi Picoult (via decembrist)
I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce...
– Lemony Snicket — “The Beatrice Letters” (via colporteur)
I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because...
– Augusten Burroughs (via decembrist)
There’s more to life than books, you know. But not much more.
– Morrissey (via technicoloring)
1.
In this room I was born. And I knew I was in the wrong place: the world. I...
– Arkaye Kierulf, Spaces (via fuckyeahfilipinopoets)
(via grammatolatry)
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered...
– Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (via grayskymorning)