May 2012
43 posts
My lips kiss the poems
I would write for you
if words strong enough
were to exist.
Pathetic fucking fallacy.
“When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via askjdhlfsjkhd)
“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.”
—(via mols)
Safe.
Idiot, fucking IDIOT.
Today is a bad day, but tomorrow is a new one.
Can You Call a 9-Year-Old a Psychopath? →
nytimes.com
‘eaps interesting.
‘A coma might feel better, than this.’
Most days I think of you each minute, but today I thought of you in every second that ticked by.
You continue to amaze me, and I hope to forever fall, ‘cause baby, I’m nowhere near the bottom yet.
…it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it’s different for each-
for me, it’s splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.
—Charles Bukowski’s “The Shower”
Close to giving up.
Today was the nicest day with you.
I’m glad forever is a long time.
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
—
Maurice Sendak (via colporteur)
Thank you for your story and pictures.
“Do not let a moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 100,000 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean. Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.”
—Anis Mojgani (via blua)
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Scared.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Hold.
