February 2012
32 posts
ecamelin:
Emily Haines - Bottom Of The World
amandabrollercoaster:
Corner of your heart -...
Whitley - “More Than Life”
And...
thoughts after a night in
I always light up a cigarette as soon as you leave, I know you hate smoking. Your side of the bed is actually my side, but I still sleep better when you’re there (and I want you there all of the time) How you can be one of the most intelligent/retarded individuals I know. You never stress, you actually are how I act and it drives me nuts. I’m transitory, and you are so much stone....
No. 83
invisiblestories:
What does it mean to remember the unsaid more clearly than the said? Unless we stand in relief against the uncommitted act, we are hardly here at all.
when in doubt
let it out. sigh.
I wish, instead, that I could sketch the shape of a hug the span of fingertips in hair or the warm sleepy feeling of safety in another’s embrace. But all of my hands are drawn grasping and empty filled only with graphite and shadow.
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The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: degrassé →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
adj. entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of…
“Dying is strange and hard
if it is not our death, but a death
that takes us by...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours, III, 8, trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (via fuckyeahrainermariarilke)