December 2010
332 posts
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said...
onlinejournals:
Too many words too many thoughts too many drinks too many sleeps
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masturbatethelover:
First day of my life -...
forever we will love if we survive.
sea-chelle:
Someone who keeps aloof from suffering is not a lover. I choose your love above all else. As for wealth if that comes, or goes, so be it. Wealth and love inhabit separate worlds. But as long as you live here inside me, I cannot say that I am suffering.
The Puzzle by Sanai
We are most artistically caged. --Vladimir Nabokov
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onlinejournals:
I want to shower sweet, rosewater words into your ears, onto your head, amidst your hair. I want to say all the loving, warm things that bubble into my throat and fingers but I wonder if you’d like to hear them. Or, not simply if you’d like to hear them, but how often you’d like to hear them. Too much sugar makes for bad teeth. Moreover, I wonder how much I’d like to say these...
“Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us...”
– Anaïs Nin (mademoichelle)
moonconversations:
the wind is singing storms through the slits in the window, and the songs are getting sadder and sadder, how can i ever pick up the tune of such a heavy voice and lift the choirs of the earth above the canopies again without redwood arms, without mountain lungs, without amazon fingers, without any new words to assure anyone it’ll all be alright?
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
Catch a Body →
poetry365:
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell anybody anything” is a string of words I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract by laser from the ribcage of all of us who ever believed it, who felt afraid to miss someone, to be the last one standing. “Tell everyone everything” is not exactly right, but I do believe that if your mother...
enchanting asked: ♡
I hope you have a very merry and delightful Christmas weekend, dear!
I hope you have a very merry and delightful Christmas weekend, dear!
trading secrets with the moon
sea-chelle:
The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and final portions; the pain of this constant ambivalence and interrelation of emotions; the hunger for frontiers against which we might learn as upon closed doors before we proceed forward; the struggle against diffusion, new beginnings, against finality in acts without...
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masturbatethelover:
This song I’ve been working...
To Have Without Holding
Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that thwack like rubber bands in an open palm. It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles that feel as if they are made of wet plaster, then of blunt knives, then of...
“I have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of...”
– Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog (via deadasthespring)
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mirhappy:
can we stop worrying about bravery now? can we bury our shame in the snow and wait til spring so at least when we remember how bad it hurts to be alive and alone and absolutely afraid of anything remotely close to improving ourselves, at least there will be blossoms. thats all we wanted, anyway, so suck it up for the rest of the winter, can we stop reminding ourselves that we are...
There is a quality about women who choose men...