August 2012
55 posts
“I like you; your eyes are full of language.”
– Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 3 July 1964. (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via lostinthesounds)
“There is no drunkenness equal to that of remembering whispered words in the...”
– Thornton Wilder (via thelastromantics)
July 2012
45 posts
παράνοια: The world is not full of Attractive... →
megutron:
The world is not full of Attractive People and Unattractive People. It’s full of people who are attractive to some and not to others. I hear from trolls all the time who complain that they don’t want to be “forced” to find nasty, ugly fat women attractive–which utterly baffles me, since the last…
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Harvard University Press (via themadwomanintheattic)
“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem”
– Jaime Gil de Biedma (via light-essence)
“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything....”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via 4mbivalent)
“I closed my mouth
and spoke to you
in a hundred silent ways.”
– Rumi (via emotional-algebra)
lit gurl: I Like My Body When It Is With Your by... →
lit-gurl:
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again …
“Sometimes the saddest stories take the fewest words.”
– Karen Thompson Walker, The Age of Miracles (p. 265)
“Don’t go far off, not even for a day,
because I don’t know how to say it - a...”
– Pablo Neruda (via livingdistance)
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda (via sarahbearable)
Hemingway Shoots His Cat →
We now know young Ernest Hemingway was a sensitive soul but, beneath the machismo for which he became known, the iconic author seemed to have maintained his soft core into his final years. One testament to this was his well-documented love of his cats — he had 23 by 1945. (His first cat, named Snowball, was given to him by a ship’s captain and was six-toed; his former home in Key West, Florida,...
“In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.”
– Denis Johnson (via smalltownpunk)
“Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley (via heartkindlemyheart)
“The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our...”
– Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible (via wandertowonder)
“I opened your head
To read your thoughts
I devoured your eyes
To taste your...”
– Joyce Mansour, I Opened Your Head (via glitterandwords)
“When I write it feels like I’m carving bone. It feels like I’m creating my own...”
– Gloria Anzaldua, Borderlands/ La Frontera (via ravenmount)
“But what matters an eternity of damnation to one who has found an infinity of...”
– Charles Baudelaire. (via hernandezurbina)
“… Truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for...”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via lambentstar)
“In this world
love has no color
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by...”
– Izumi Shikibu (via sleepylotus)
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the...”
– (via confidentialwolves)
“Inside me lives a scream.
At night it goes out with its claws, hunting...”
– Sylvia Plath (via art-and-fury)
“Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray...”
– John Keats, “Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!”. (via allesgutekommtvonunten)
“I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one… Humans are caught...”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via creatingaquietmind)
“Touch has a memory.”
– John Keats (via bavarde)
“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure...”
– Albert Einstein (via michaeldx4)
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been’.”
– John Greenleaf Whittier (via mtchfaye)
businesscasualcat:
You ever read so much you kinda pat yourself on the back because you feel brilliant but then you go to talk to a friend and it’s all dick jokes? Like all of the amazing things you’ve been thinking about seep out of your head and you just end up saying tits a lot because it’s a funny word. Is there a word for that? This is such a common experience for me that I think there...
“I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across...”
– T.E. Lawrence (via saranicole813)
Your Feet by Pablo Neruda
lastchatwithphontaine:
When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet...
“Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.”
– Howl (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
“Editing is just like writing, except hateful, and in reverse.”
– Robert Brockway, “How to Become an Author in 5 Incredibly Difficult Steps” (via factorypoems)
“I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I...”
– Franz Kafka, Letters (via frenchtwist) 