January 2011
“The poet is the priest of the invisible.”
– Wallace Stevens (via oceanofmind)
“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and...”
– Neil Gaiman (via comeseeinsidemybones)
December 2010
“My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies,...”
– Patricia Highsmith, New Year’s Eve, 1947
(via: buffleheadcabin & mlq3)
“The smell of ink is intoxicating to me - others may have wine, but I have...”
– Terri Guillemets (via thenewfilo)
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Highway 101 Time
bruj:
seashelllz
Shelllzbelllz it it’s that time again!
I haven’t even gotten on the entrance ramp!
Look I can’t even type in no good kinda english how I’m gonna 101?
I put out the announcement on FB a couple days ago - some of the old crew from there is in, hopefully Josh, Sarah, rubywildcrow, glitz and maybe some newbies! I started yesterday - I’m up to #22!
For everyone else: ...
“I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was...”
– Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (via astroinquiry)
“Do not rely completely on any other human being, however dear. We meet all...”
– Agnes Macphail (via edeetpiaf)
“The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must...”
– Knut Hamsun (via edinaziz)
“I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s...”
– Haruki Murakami (via obsoletedesolate)
“I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s...”
– Haruki Murakami (via obsoletedesolate)
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast...”
– Terry Pratchett (via grayskymorning) (via carocaro) (via togetlost) (via aura-avis)
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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...
The Air is a Root
enzoyap:
The air is a root. The stones are filled with tenderness. bravo. bravo. the stones are filled with air. the stones are watery branches. on the stones replacing the mouth grows the skeleton of a leaf. bravo. A stone voice face to face and foot to foot with a stone glance. the stones are tormented like flesh the stones are clouds for their second nature dances to them on their third nose....
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
“She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via allthenight-tide)
