C. Kozal

"So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:48:58 -0400

“So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.”

- Jorge Luis Borges (via Swanfeather Songs)

"Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:16:18 -0400

“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”

- N’tima (via nicotortorella) (via shehasnoears)

blueskybliss: Amaxing

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:00:24 -0400

blueskybliss:

Amaxing

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Sat, 11 May 2013 15:47:19 -0400

"It is a difficult thing for man to admit to himself that the insect or the bird perceives an..."

Thu, 09 May 2013 22:05:31 -0400

“It is a difficult thing for man to admit to himself that the insect or the bird perceives an entirely different world from the one that he does, and that the question of which of these perceptions of the world is the more correct one is quite meaningless.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche, On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense (via sunrec)

"I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:15:40 -0400

“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. And try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.”

- (via 24ribs)

So beautiful it hurts

Sun, 05 May 2013 21:13:02 -0400

So beautiful it hurts

"There’s nothing in the world that loves you more than the space you already take up. There’s nothing..."

Sun, 05 May 2013 18:34:43 -0400

“There’s nothing in the world that loves you
more than the space you already take up.
There’s nothing in the world that won’t
forget you faster than you forgot
the last person that stepped out from your life.
When the cat reaches up
one needled paw to drag down a book
from your desk, then another,
that’s not love—that’s dominance.
When you reach up your hand and try to wheedle
someone else’s to hold it, that’s love
dominating you. There’s no word for loving more
than you should, just the feeling of excess,
as if your tongue burst in a rash of red sequins,
as if everyone can see your stutter in the air,
staccato love you, love you, and nothing in the world
standing in that space to receive it.”

- “Love Poem for What It Is,” Rebecca Hazelton (via commovente)

tamburina: André Kertész

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:18:15 -0400

tamburina:

André Kertész

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Sat, 04 May 2013 10:16:10 -0400

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Sat, 04 May 2013 09:34:03 -0400

"It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story."

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 09:22:00 -0400

“It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.”

- Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

"They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them again. They call when..."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 21:01:00 -0400

“

They hang around, hitting on your friends
or else you never hear from them again.
They call when they’re drunk, or finally get sober,

they’re passing through town and want dinner,
they take your hand across the table, kiss you
when you come back from the bathroom.

They were your loves, your victims,
your good dogs or bad boys, and they’re over
you now. One writes a book in which a woman

who sounds suspiciously like you
is the first to be sadistically dismembered
by a serial killer. They’re getting married

and want you to be the first to know,
or they’ve been fired and need a loan,
their new girlfriend hates you,

they say they don’t miss you but show up
in your dreams, calling to you from the shoe boxes
where they’re buried in rows in your basement.

Some nights you find one floating into bed with you,
propped on an elbow, giving you a look
of fascination, a look that says I can’t believe

I’ve found you. It’s the same way
your current boyfriend gazed at you last night,
before he pulled the plug on the tiny white lights

above the bed, and moved against you in the dark
broken occasionally by the faint restless arcs
of headlights from the freeway’s passing trucks,

the big rigs that travel and travel,
hauling their loads between cities, warehouses,
following the familiar routes of their loneliness.

”

- Kim Addonizio, “Ex-Boyfriends” (via fleurishes)

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 20:13:56 -0400

"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 22:02:38 -0400

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”

- Zelda Fitzgerald (via memereve)

"She feels in italics and thinks in capitals."

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 18:10:28 -0400

“She feels in italics and thinks in capitals.”

- Henry James (via skeletales)

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Sun, 14 Apr 2013 17:44:12 -0400

blua: Alexander McQueen Spring 2012

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 15:07:57 -0400

blua:

Alexander McQueen Spring 2012

surealists: Dutch actress Audrey HEPBURN during the filming of...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 17:44:44 -0400

surealists:

Dutch actress Audrey HEPBURN during the filming of “Sabrina” by Billy WILDER.

by Dennis Stock

USA. New York, NY. 1954.

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Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:46:56 -0400