April 2010
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“Pain comes in all forms: the small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain,...”
– Grey’s Anatomy (via julie911) (via quote-book)
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Moon in the Window | Dorianne Laux
I wish I could say I was the kind of child who watched the moon from her window, would turn toward it and wonder. I never wondered. I read. Dark signs that crawled toward the edge of the page. It took me years to grow a heart from paper and glue. All I had was a flashlight, bright as the moon, a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.
"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you...
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from ‘The Journals of Sylvia Plath’ by Sylvia Plath
“To venture causes anxiety, but not to venture is to lose one’s self…And to...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via timeforawakening) (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“Any idiot can face a crisis - it’s day to day living that wears you out.”
– Anton Chekhov (via tweeveele) (via fuckyeahrussianliterature)
“People are more and more moved by envy now, by the desire to satisfy their...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via loveandzombies) (via dostoyevsky)
“Happiness is meted out to us but once in life ; all that comes afterwards...”
– Dostoesvky on a letter to his niece, 1870 (via dostoyevsky)
“Without war, people grow torpid in riches and comfort, and lose the power of...”
– Dostoevsky on a letter to his niece, 1870 (via dostoyevsky)
“Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably...”
– The Idiot (via witchseason) (via dostoyevsky)
“Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via zacmilam) (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
: poetry as tonic, #21 →
when faces called flowers float out of the ground and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- but keeping is downward and doubting and never -it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring! yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be (yes the…
“Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, everyday, something no...”
– Christopher Morley (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
“death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– ~ Oscar Wilde (via straysouls) (via venus-as-a-boy) (via anotherword)
“The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.”
– Carl Sandburg (via aquabooks) (via endlessforms) (via bugseatbooks) (via libraryland) (via anotherword)
“I have frequently seen people become neurotic when they content themselves with...”
– Carl Jung (via psychotherapy) (via anotherword)
“Who, being loved, is poor?”
– Oscar Wilde (via elicec) (via quote-book) (via anotherword)
“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us...”
– Fydor Dostoevsky (via fatalistichues) (via moefaux) (via rickkanelives) (via theantidote) (via anotherword)
“I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I...”
– Rumi (via oceanofmind) (via fishturnpink) (via milktrees)
Soliloquy of the Solipsist | Sylvia Plath
I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; When my eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out; Through a whim of mine Over gables the moon’s celestial onion Hangs high. I Make houses shrink And trees diminish By going far; my look’s leash Dangles the puppet-people Who, unaware how they dwindle, Laugh, kiss, get drunk, Nor guess that if I choose to blink...
Scherazade | Richard Siken.
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 forgot 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...
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Dirty Valentine | Richard Siken
There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you. I touch myself, I dream. Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks. The musicians start the overture while I hide behind the microphone, trying to match the dubbing to the big lips shining down from the screen....
“I need solitary hours at a desk with good paper and a fountain pen like some...”
– Orhan Pamuk (via nathanielstuart) (via booklover)
“It made me realize that even when everyone is doing the same thing, we all do it...”
– Sarah Dessen (via heartedly) (via onherway)
“This morning I am at low ebb. I did not sleep well last night, waking, tossing,...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via suicideunderground) (via vertebrates) (via likeancientbruises) (via hollowedcheeks)
“The fever trickles and stiffens in my hair. My ribs show. What have I eaten?...”
– The Jailer, Sylvia Plath (via expose)
A Crazed Girl by William Butler Yeats
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That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate...
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via brokenmachine, rememo) (via melancholynotes)
“It’s amazing what one person can do. Some people build you up just to bend and...”
– (via runawaytrain) (via 472239364) (via happythings) (via onherway)
“People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via expose)