May 2012
19 posts
“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
– Sylvia Plath (via caylala)
“Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.”
– David Foster Wallace (via loveyourchaos)
“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
– Oscar Wilde (via blua)
the shipfitter's wife: If you say something often... →
fleurishes:
If you say something often enough, it begins to lose its meaning. Things like, “you’re beautiful” or “pass the bread” or “I miss you” and even “I love you.” The letters, the syllables, it all begins to run together until the language itself becomes undone. How many times can you say it before that…
“‘Why do I do anything?’ she says. ‘I’m educated enough to talk myself out of any...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via misswallflower)
“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via glassybaby)
April 2012
28 posts
“Forget who he is. Remember to forget. Remember how he walks, the color of his...”
– Nicole Marino (via esangue)
“When you are young, you think it’s going to be solved by love. But it never is....”
– Nicole Krauss (via selfinspiration)
“The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.”
– Phaedrus (via nevver)
fact.
“You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even...”
– Oscar Wilde (via zohaal)
“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so...”
– Alan Watts (via nirvikalpa)
“‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via boxofoctaves)
“I’ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an...”
– Shane Koyczan, “6:59 AM” (via atomiclanterns)
“I’m sleeping as I write this; you’re standing over me crying
while Ella belts...”
– Juliet P. Howard, “Ghazal: what love takes” (via grammatolatry)
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fleurishes:
It was only a matter of time before you became the topic of one of these small poems,
my only contribution to a society I don’t care for.
What do I have to say about you?
Nothing,
and everything all at once.
This is a nothing poem. An everything poem.
A “read between the lines or else it’s too painful” poem.
You are not the space between my lungs, rather,
You are the...
“My sister told me a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest but...”
– Sierra DeMulder, “Love, Forgive Me” (via fleurishes)
“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via blua)
March 2012
3 posts
a love poem
brightlightsloudnoises:
this is a love poem and it really doesn’t matter what i put in here because fucking can do it better, getting out of bed to turn off the light or turn on the fan can do it better, sitting in a restaurant knowing what the other is going to order can do it better
but i’m writing it because some sort of space should be roped off for you so here it is
it’s yours
