February 2012
mitford:
And what is the word for knowing your bones are made
of midnight?
— B. Hicok
avdunstar: There is this Icelandic word skúffuskáld, which means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”, someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his desk drawer instead of showing it to people.
“The only real edginess is honesty.”
– Marc Maron
(via nedhepburn)
“Who will put flowers on a flower’s grave?”
– Tom Waits (via nocternity)
“Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief...”
– Saint Bartholomew (via lucifelle)
“She writes like she’s starving and reads like she’s feasting.”
– R.D. Larson (via absea)
“I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one...”
– Nikki Giovanni (via katelizabeth)
“Humility follows close upon the heels of courage. This may seem strange, but in...”
– Harry Scholefield, The Task of Peace: Lenten Manual for 1955 (Unitarian Universalist, minister)
“So few things we need to know.
And the old wisdoms shudder in us and grow...”
– Robert Hass, from “Against Botticelli” (via proustitute)
“You must not make the mistake of thinking that because nothing lasts, nothing...”
– Robert Charles Wilson, Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America (via 1beauty)
“Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books,...”
– Jeanette Winterson, from Why I adore the night (via mirroir)
“Naming and counting are the two most basic behaviors in our divided brains....”
– How to Name Things (via azspot)