for.all.the.words.in.the.world.: Keeping track -
Staff note: Love this idea and all the details.
maybehales:I look at the calendar that hangs above my desk.
The pictures have changed. And there are finally days
that I don’t immediately attach to your name.
But I spent too much time last summer
sitting in the office and watching the clock.
I had countdowns on sticky notes: when I would get
off work, when I would leave this crummy town,
when I would finally be back in your arms.
After a while, I only had tally marks: how many texts
you didn’t respond to, how many promises you broke,
how many drinks it took for you to look at me.
This new calendar knows nothing about you
and only expects me to flip the months
as time does its normal progression. And today
is just a random Wednesday. That has nothing to do
with you. Until now.
“This is the last time.”
Until next week, then we’re tangled in each other once more. Caught in a slow yet forceful encounter like vines in brick, cracking the foundation without ever understanding what it means to be broken. “How long can you last?” Long enough to see her mouth ‘I love you’ as we jerk in and out of the moonlight. But, the world is so dark; she is so dark. And love is just another language unfolding on the opposite end of the universe. Please stop expanding and let me speak for a moment, the grunts and grasps of a backseat honeymoon never tell the stories they should. And I swear I have something to say…
“How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.” — Jane Hirshfield, “Not Moving Even One Step” (via helplesslyamazed)
(Source: quote-book)
Every time you kiss a cigarette butt,
you tongue her livid soul that sways
amongst burning embers —
creating a place for her to die inAlthough she’s dainty between pallid
fingers and licks your bruising lungs,
her hazy values will fog your mind
into believing her filthy waysBut the harder you suck, the stronger
she withers into your hidden caves —
blackening her life as well as yoursWet your bottom lip, and ash your body thin
“Do you ever wonder how ivy can get into a brick wall and split it apart? Just one cell at a time it grows in darkness without the bricks ever suspecting a thing and then one day there’s a crack in the foundation…. I can’t remember the first time we kissed or the last.”
Ryonen as Willow.
(via missfemmefatale)
Staff Note: This is just great!
(Source: peninkbirthmarks, via azerelle)
Lauren Oliver, Delirium
Submitted by veilles.
I remember, we spent so much time going back and forth about ever moving forward. Good friends are so hard to come by, but so is good love. We were both well aware of how easily one could ruin the other, but we took that risk and kissed our fears away. Finally, I could smile again.
My friends kept themselves entertained by making fun of my good spirits. Ambrosia just bragged about having successfully meddled in my life. In the midst of all of the laughter, I always noticed her grin. I would jokingly yell, “This is all your fault.” She’d laugh and nod as if she was okay with that. So was I. More often than not, we were making fun of our own.
I still think about the night we laid out in your car, talking and trading secrets until the Sun interrupted. You looked me right in the eye and told me how much you needed me. You were gone soon after, I guess you needed him too.
When Ambrosia found me out she wanted to be there for me, make jokes about it all. I wanted to joke too; but the screams kept coming.
Franz Kafka, The Castle
Submitted by thecapturedglance.
L.J. Smith, The Awakening