May 2013
7 posts
April 2013
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February 2013
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December 2012
2 posts
How thin those fingers looked
how delicate,
holding onto the wooden bedside,...
– tansheer. (via anotherword)
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and...
– Veronica A. Shorffstall, “After A While” (via thegirlandherbooks)
September 2012
3 posts
Before enlightenment - chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment - chop wood,...
– Zen Buddhist Proverb (via lucifelle)
July 2012
4 posts
June 2012
4 posts
I do not feel good
I’ve got the sad sads
all I want to do is
fuck you
– Charles Bukowski (excerpt from Somebody)
May 2012
12 posts
Well, I’ve been where you’re hanging. I think I can see how you’re pinned. When you’re not feeling holy, Your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
Now see, it’s natural to assume the worst
when you’re raised to only trust...
– The Early November. A Bigger Meaning. The Mother, The Mechanic, and The Path. (via anotherword)
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish...
– Anais Nin
April 2012
8 posts
Beautiful things that lack proper names
A spurt of color that swirls around a teabag when it’s dropped into water
Heavy sighs that convey complacency with just a hint of nostalgia
Glossy trails that raindrops leave behind as they slide down a windowpane
That half-smile that seems to whisper, “I’m okay… or at least I will be”
Little specks of color that can be seen only in glossy eyes
The mossy scent of the air directly after it...
454 W 23rd St New York, NY 10011—2157: that’s the... →
that’s the most unashamed I’ve ever seen anyone be of a hat fetish In one of his essays, Davenport claimed to “live almost exclusively off fried baloney, Campbell’s soup, and Snickers bars”. skull with a blue eye frangible evening an evening of fragmentation As the taxi sped into…
March 2012
7 posts
My, my, this demon heart of the master’s hand.
Crush me. Why, I don’t...
– of Montreal. She’s a Rejector. Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer
I don’t care how much sex anyone has, how often they do it, or who they do it...
– Charlie Glickman (If You Don’t Respect Sluts, You Don’t Respect Women)
February 2012
5 posts