February 2012
53 posts
9 tags
I'm Aurora and I'm Sorry
I’m so fucking tired, I can barely keep my eyes open. “Don’t fall asleep after you talked all that good shit.” A voice I can’t put a face to because my eyes are shit and the lights leave the cab so quickly.
I laugh because it’s what I do, especially when I’m miserable. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just saving up energy. This is...
“Dignity means everything to the black middle class, especially where their...”
– Caille Millner: On Whitney Houston, Black Middle Class Girls, and the Reagan Years
(via britticisms)
“Soon you give up, don’t look for her anymore, either in the town or at night or...”
– (via journalofanobody)
“She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a...”
– (via journalofanobody)
Flowers
ordinarywonder:
Flowers are a terrible gift. They slowly wilt and die. What sign of commitment, fidelity, or long term desire is that? If you want to win my heart, build me a coffin. That says you’re willing to put in the time, or passion that it will take to put me in the grave.
nocturnal.
thedustdancestoo:
we creatures of the night,
we children of stardust,
drawn out
like moths to the moon;
to explore the oceans
of mist and shadow
that linger about,
to dance
in the wet grass
with naked feet,
warm,
alive.
yes,
we were alive,
we inhaled the night
and savored the taste
of it
on our lips
and tongues
and deep down
in the caverns of our lungs,
we lived
and...
“If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...”
– Evelyn Waugh (via misswallflower)
“But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
our mouth broken, our soul bitten...”
– Federico García Lorca, Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, trans. by Scott Tucker (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
“The world does not reward honesty and independence, it rewards obedience and...”
– Noam Chomsky (via killer-butterfly)
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a...”
– John C. Moffi (via implicities)
“In all that I make
can you please just understand
that you are the art.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Waiting to Feel
dearoldlove:
I left you because I knew it was the right thing to do; I’m just waiting to feel like it was the right thing to do.
“I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.”
– Frida Kahlo (via millionsmillions)
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One More Time
I’ve done this before, even the pain is familiar. Having someone who isn’t there. Losing someone that never left. Surrounded by friends but feeling out of touch. I’ve done this before, and I fucked it up then too.
“[Tatie was dead. There was nothing Paul could possibly do for me except let me...”
– Paula McLain, The Paris Wife (thank you, pinkcloudpaper)
“When you don’t fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else’s eyes...”
– Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes. (via ruineshumaines)
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Sometimes I Break Free
How long have I been trying to do this; find the right phrases to explain how alone and awkward I feel? Seems like forever. Every once in a while it gets rewarded with some false sense of home. But, maybe that’s my fault…getting too comfortable. Maybe I’ve been wrong all along and the smiles are never worth the scars. Maybe before taking chances I should stop to remember that...
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She Stole My Soul
He thought he was in his prime, they all did. He seemed to do so much more than capturing images or ideas. Some said it was as if your entire being went into canvas when he painted you. Soon he was invited to paint the Crown Prince, while there he met a woman. She had never heard of him. But, she being a model and he an artist, how important could words be? They made great love and more...
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If I died right now, I don’t know that you’d care. I don’t know that I’d care. That’s not suicidal emo bullshit. It’s indifference, it’s truth, it’s dangerous. I’m not trying to kill myself but I’m starting to need more reason to turn the wheel than the road turning too. I already feel as carefree as the dead, until you stop loving me,...
Don't think and write. Write and reflect.: yes, i... →
writeandreflect:
just because i get drunk and mess up my words, doesn’t mean i’m not talking truth
yes, i may use non-existent words and yes, my grammar could be like the one of a third grader, but
it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell how much i’ve fallen in love with you.
just me getting drunk so badly…
“And when you see her, you will feel the inexplicable urge to cry, all of your...”
– dreamofyears (via thesportofhuntingillusions)
“Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician...”
– Kahlil Gibran (via misswallflower)
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cuatro: Postcards from the Void →
ordinarywonder:
“She’s going to break your heart in two, it’s true… ‘Cause everybody knows…the things she does to please… she’s just a little tease…” When you look at her, it’s hard to know exactly what you’re looking at. She’s got to be a figment of your imagination; a bad, hypothetical…
shermeanuhh:
his lips are black cherries sweet like syrup that stains like blood
He wrote "I love you" on the river.
dos—k:
It flowed the same way the water was going and it went downhill
“I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.”
– Sylvia Plath (via hateshiploveship)
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Love is for fools but God knows I still am one.
-White Tiger
aestivial:
optimistic but realistic
extremely depressed
incredibly alone
“All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of...”
– Eugene Field (The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac)
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Even with all of the nice things that she shows you, the sensations she helps you to feel. Gives the feeling that she knows you, blurs your knowledge of the real.
She’s still just a woman. She’ll still break your heart.
“Those who don’t like it say it’s
just a mutant violin
that’s been kicked out...”
– Adam Zagajewski, Cello (via aestivial)
Expand More Than Your Uterus: it didn't feel like... →
shermeanuhh:
longing for arms that once held you, fingers that once ignited you and lips you swear to Christ you can still taste, aching for this dilutes love when most potent. when brand new and unscathed by distance. so we kissed as we always had. laughed as we always had. and made love as we hoped we…
“Undress. Take off your clothes. Take off your body. Hang them up behind the...”
– Jeanette Winterson, The PowerBook (via helplesslyamazed)
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A Night On The Town: Just Like Home
The night is fucking with me again. Even in company I can’t wear a smile any longer than I have to. Though the company isn’t helping.
She’s talking to him and you’re not talking to me. Well, you are but, “it’s not something I can talk to you about.”
Right. Why did I expect different?
sec0ndcom1ng:
I used to love to write
Now I love to be hurt
Nothing lets the ink flow better
than a bleeding soul
“We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time....”
– Charles Baudelaire (via talkativolive)