textastrophe: I want to marry whomever did this.
And so it’s with great humility and pure love that I offer you this...
twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you...– -mark twain Twenty years from now, I don’t want to look back on my life and ever think I did not live and love hard enough. So far, so good. <3
Now that Treefort is over, SERIOUSLY looking...
I want to be the one who knows the best way to love you.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.– Emerson
Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is. Love, I don’t get enough of...– Jay Z
Life by Joe Brainard When I stop and think about what it’s all about I do come up with some answers, but they don’t help very much. I think it is safe to say that life is pretty mysterious. And hard. Life is short. I know that much. That life is short. And that it’s important to keep reminding oneself of it. That life is short. Just because it is. I...
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a...– John C. Moffi
She was the kind of girl you’d want naked in bed with you, maybe you made love...– Peyton A. Singh
There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the...– Evol (via somefamouschick)
You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a...– Ryan O’Connell (via somefamouschick)
Dead girls don’t go the dying route to get known. You’ll find us anonymous still, splayed in Buicks, carried swaying like calves, our dead hefts swung from ankles, wrists, hooked by hands and handed over to strangers slippery as blackout. Slammed down, the mud on our dress is black as her dress, worn out as a throw-rug beneath feet that stomp out the most intricate weave. It ought...
THE BIRTH AND THE DEATH: THE ROMANTIC GESTURE
A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in...– Leonardo da Vinci All things in nature ARE dark except where exposed by the light. Especially me. Good on ya, da Vinci.
You can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found.– ― Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
I had a ritual once of lighting a candle and writing by its light and blowing it out when I was done for the night … also kneeling and praying before starting (I got that from a French movie about George Frideric Handel) … but now I simply hate to write. My superstition? I’m beginning to suspect the full moon. Also I’m hung up on the number nine though I’m told a Piscean like myself should stick...
Richard Siken, “Wishbone”
You saved my life he says I owe you everything. You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone, but he’s relentless, keeps saying I owe you, says Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood, you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours. But I can’t look at him, can hardly speak, I took the bullet for all the wrong...
Margaret Atwood, “Variation on the Word Sleep”
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the...
Sharing Poetry: Jack Gilbert, "Failing and Flying" →
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It’s the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work. That she was old enough to know better. But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so...
How can the future be molded with hands full of baggage labeled ‘What...– Michael Rawls
Not only is Ginsberg my favorite writer, he could... →
He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote...
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together,...– Happy birthday to a big influence in my life, Ms Virginia Woolf.
So proud of my friends. So proud to call these...
What would pick through our shadows would tear them, too, were we to give it time enough and reason. We will, it will-the rest won’t be history. How would you like to go for a walk with me? Graham Foust
Somehow this song always gets to me. I really...
OH MY HEART!!!
Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed. The Milky Way streams silver through the night. I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegrams I have no cause to wake or trouble you. And, as they say, the incident is closed. Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind. Now you and I are quits. Why bother then To balance mutual sorrows, pains, and hurts. Behold what quiet settles on the world. ...