what did exist

alyshaleah: kari-shma: in the aeroplane over the sea (via...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 11:31:50 -0500

kari-shma:

in the aeroplane over the sea (via morningview917)

"Cornell's White Nights," by Charles Simic

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 11:57:30 -0500

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places. Thee the sea is always blue and so is the sky. A little white hotel with green shutters waits for you, each one of its rooms “a thing of twilight, bluish and roseate.”

Like a traveler weary of his journeying, you undress with the window open. The setting sun wears a red turban. The sea is dark blue. In the lush garden swallows are darting. When the night finally falls, veiled Scheherazade will bring mint tea to your bed.

In the meantime, silence and your shadow on the bare wall.

beecagwin: marinah: loveyourchaos: maddiemoments: (via...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 11:56:38 -0500

beecagwin:

marinah:

loveyourchaos:

maddiemoments:

(via floatingintheblue)

life explanation.

4-00: (via illustrativo)

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 10:18:04 -0500

4-00:

(via illustrativo)

loveandbeen: Rebecca Urias’ “We Were Forced In Caves that...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:37:19 -0500

loveandbeen:

Rebecca Urias’ “We Were Forced In Caves that Scared Us”
“The Mountains and Hills will Burst into Song” exhibition @ Together Gallery (Portland)

dashedlines: (via autumnbird)

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 12:15:57 -0500

dashedlines:

(via autumnbird)

(via deadmarch)

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:05:58 -0500

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shedreamsinblackandwhite: (via grayskymorning)

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:02:18 -0500

shedreamsinblackandwhite:

(via grayskymorning)

I need to be alone,

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:27:57 -0500

rguiden:

betweenthefloorboards:

but I can’t seem to do it.
Even when there’s no one around, I never feel alone.
Maybe that’s just the city.
Maybe that’s just me.

I want a tent. Tarp ceilings and leave carpets. I want to boil water to kill bacteria, and green mint tea, while I wrap my torso in wool, and peel back the sky with my right, and peel back my scalp with the left.

he still sees

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:20:25 -0500

he still sees

giving up - ingrid michaelson what if i’m not what you...

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:10:00 -0500

giving up - ingrid michaelson

what if i’m not what you think i am?

the rain, robert creeley

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 16:49:27 -0500

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

thethinkingtank: mypeterpancomplex: bunnymitford: Emily...

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 16:29:11 -0500

thethinkingtank:

mypeterpancomplex:

bunnymitford: Emily Martin

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lakeand dress them in warm clothes...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 14:19:11 -0400

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.

Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

Richard Siken

interstates

gewooneenmeisje: (via infinitebutterflies)

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 08:50:15 -0400

gewooneenmeisje:

(via infinitebutterflies)

gewooneenmeisje: loveliketruth: dactylographie: There Is a...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:12:48 -0400

gewooneenmeisje:

loveliketruth:

dactylographie:

There Is a Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

– Lord Byron

bon-bon: scout: chicago, 1966

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 11:47:45 -0400

bon-bon:

scout:

chicago, 1966

"I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard. we have narrowed..."

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:53:16 -0400

“I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.
we have narrowed it down to
the butcherknife and the
mockingbird.
wish us
luck.”

- No Title by Charles Bukowski (via blackironprison)

iwantmybearsuit: (via jesuisperdu)

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:49:25 -0400

iwantmybearsuit:

(via jesuisperdu)

bon-bon: iguessthatscool: rickahh: lcd soundsystem, new york,...

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 15:50:27 -0400

bon-bon:

iguessthatscool:

rickahh:

lcd soundsystem, new york, i love you but you’re bringing me down