February 2012
old friend on the twenty-eighth
someone once said,
forgetting someone is like
forgetting to turn off the light in the back yard
so it stays lit all the next day.
But then it’s light
that makes you remember.
it wasn’t light, but the twenty-eighth
four years ago this, that is now
never existed
from clouds of flowers to smoke
in skulls, broken swings and
this bag I drag behind me
writing in...
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he...
– Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via illbeyour-stumbleine)
forgive me, for being a week late
18.2.12
chronologically, because that’s what you do, wading through marshmallows of fields
brunch with the dearests, these are moments that matter. without them, a college non-experience. during tamagochi’s haircut, i discovered something soothing about scissor-nips. snip snip, one moment there, the next like foam on waves. stop at niketown but tiffany beckons.
go to...
And the woman said, The serpent
beguiled me, and I did eat.
— Genesis 3:13
...
– Diane Lockward, Eve Argues Against Perfection (via grammatolatry)
Every
heart writes a different letter
of winter to its cold.
Icicles on sheet...
– Allison Titus, from “Inclement” (via yesyes)
v this is what i’m reading now for cc, and it cracks me up. oh mary, y u so funny?
… if man did attain a degree of perfection of mind when his body arrived...
– A Vindication of the Rights of Woman; Mary Wollstonecraft
好啊跟我赌气
As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t....
– Haruki Murakami (via truepromises)
my migraine is throbbing in my jaw
why.
Saying Something | Carol Ann Duffy
Things assume your shape; discarded clothes, a damp shroud in the bathroom, vacant hands. This is not fiction. This is the plain and warm material of love. My heart assumes it. We wake. Our private language starts the day. We make familiar movements through the house. The dreams we have no phrases for slip through our fingers into smoke. I dreamed I was not with you. Wandering in a city where you...