February 2012
16 posts
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“My landscape is a hand with no lines, the roads bunched to a knot, the knot...”
– Sylvia Plath (via herbstwetter)
Feb 28th
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“You turn towards meteor showers in August, wishing yourself like that: bright...”
– Jane Hirshfield, “The Falling” (via Read a Little Poetry)
Feb 26th
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“Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the...”
– Sierra DeMulder (via sealfeathers)
Feb 18th
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“I drew the word surrender in the mist of your breath, waving a white sheet around your body. ‘Dear, in the morning let me put on your make-up for you. I’ll be loading your gems with mascara then I’ll tell you the truth…’ I watched black ropes and tears ramble down your face. Lady war paint. A squad of tiny men rappels down those snaking lines and you say; “Thank you for releasing all those...
Feb 18th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 13th
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pillowstars: Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart. — H. Murakami
Feb 12th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 6th
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“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
– Franz Kafka (via kafkaesque-world)
Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I...”
– W.S. Merwin, Separation. (via askios)
Feb 4th
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For Grace, After A Party
You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn’t...
Feb 4th
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Mayakovsky
1 My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it’s throbbing! then I can put on my clothes I guess, and walk the streets. 2 I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist. Words! be sick as I am sick, swoon, roll back your...
Feb 4th
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“You too have your gentle moments, you too have eyelashes, each of your eyes...”
– Margaret Atwood (from her poem, “Small Tactics”)
Feb 3rd
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Anonymous asked: Will anyone ever be truly okay?
Feb 2nd