May 2012
22 posts
When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she...
– The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via helplesslyamazed)
Even so, I must admire your skill.
You are so gracefully insane.
– Anne Sexton (via libraryland)
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from...
– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (via libraryland)
I think same sex couples should be able to get married.
– Barack Obama (via newsweek)
All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through...
– Miranda July (via electrichoney)
April 2012
25 posts
One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or...
– J.D. Salinger (via sorakeem)
I don’t care what people think. I fell in love with you. Not people.
– I Wrote This For You: The Envy Of A Billion Little Unique Snowflakes (via kari-shma)
Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we
lived here, sorry about the scene at the...
– Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out (via foxandfayvel)
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air,...
– Starra Neely Blade (via motels)
Worst Parts
dearoldlove:
I just can’t figure out how I managed to show you just the worse parts of me.
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
– Roland Barthes (via ratak-monodosico)
He dragged on his cigar. ‘God damn it,’ he said, “there are nice things in the...
– J. D. Salinger (via scout)
So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even...
– Randy Pausch (via quote-book)
““Ester asked why people are sad. “That’s simple,” says the old man. “They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why...
“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing,...
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
– Benjamin Franklin (via girlwithoutwings)
I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re...
– Jeffrey McDaniel (via delawareareyou)
March 2012
15 posts
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will...
– Margaret Atwood (The Blind Assassin)
i don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but i ask you to remember....
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via tallskinnyasian)