September 2011
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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry...
– Dead Poets Society (via livin4thenight)
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New poem
In Heaven
We await as silent angels,
for the arrival of the newly dead.
Here, where dry light blankets our sight,
and the sea below startles our wingless souls,
we watch their earthly plight,
meaningless dots mounting that great, rock wall,
to find themselves in this fruitless tomb; lined with us,
the lighted solders who hath passed already,
We are the welcomers of the dead; the guardians...
So…how was it to go behind my back and lie to me? How was it to not trust me, friend?
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Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that...
– Pablo Picasso (via slekes)
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You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to...
– Thomas Wolfe (via samanthabailey)
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there's a bluebird in my heart.: an axiomatic... →
freedomthebreakfastfood:
the higher the temperature, the colder the ice
always the ant, by the side of the grasshoppers.
no, don’t worry, you needn’t lift your pretty little fingers
no, don’t worry, i’ll take care of all of that
no, don’t worry, you needn’t be occupied with memory, consideration
no, don’t worry,…
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I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.
– Mark Twain (via hereunoias)
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the pleasures of the damned
are limited to brief moments
of happiness:
like...
– Charles Bukowski (via getoutofmydangerstranger)
“Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” - James Joyce, “Araby”
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Bleed me of art, and there won’t be enough liquid in me to spit.
– Irving Stone | The Agony and the Ecstasy (via blogut)
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Miracles are to come.
With you I leave a remembrance
of miracles: they are by...
– E.E. Cummings (via whatshewanted)
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Birthday party.
Fill your head with false ecstasy;
smile, baby, smile, otherwise they’ll know somethings special,
and you don’t want that.
Take in smokes, marijuana, nicotine, hydrochloride, what the hell do I care?
Drink those nasty poisons till you drown, baby drown,
after-all you are a year older.
I realize my brokenness tonight.
Sink into that lonely grief, boy, sink.
You have no one to...
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If I go will you miss me?
If I stay will you be with me?
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To hear people talk, you would think no one ever did anything but love each...
– Paul Murray - Skippy Dies (via calamitycasper)
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I can’t fly anymore,
and the house and families are in ruins,
the cats’ (all of them) cry tears of white and rain.
If, down this murky street,
I am unloved, loveless, (which I am)
than to whose eyes do I turn to beg, like the animals they are,
each to each go away with closed lips, legs, glances, and the
empty-hearted passions, which so dearly, they hide.
O! What dooms/lacks...
And if your dreams are leaving you, I’ll still believe in you
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And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain...
– Douglas Coupland (via troubled)
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They’ve got no idea what happiness is, they don’t know that without this love...
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via acoustic-funeral)
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The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get...
– Stephen King (via harmoniam)
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It is good to express a thing twice right at the outset and so to give it a...
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via disposablefriends)
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Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind:...
– Charles Bukowski (via skinnygold)
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seminifrioustubeloidialbuttnoids:
“My ambition is handicapped by laziness.”
—Charles Bukowski, “Factorum”