Dying for some nug
Poem: Upon visiting ocean grave-site.
Tonight the moon slithers in the sky, rising its immense gait through windy airs, and desends gently, to dip the full lipped ocean, and thought of her I Loved, from whose womb whence I came. then another rise into the fast projection of stars above, which (when I look) are as scattered as the dust blown from a child’s palm. The ocean’s cycle has not changed since last you lived and...
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing...– T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via theladybyron)
And so it was I entered the broken world, to trace the visionary company of...– Hart Crane, The Broken Tower
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, and don’t put up with people that...– Kurt Vonnegut (via theladybyron)
Having a coke with you...
digression-: Out of place as fuck
gaymzee: i can totally relate to jesus because sometimes i fall asleep and when i wake up it’s three days later
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do on a rainy afternoon.– - Susan Ertz (via evanholm)
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.– Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via narcotic)
The Wine Glasses (incomeplete)
Even as together they fell, grace remained, twirling still a moment the final kiss; celebratory touch of glass and light, then the surprise of shatter, and the scuttling feet. And though death does little favor, love was let to these light-beamed labyrinths, before shattered and begun their ancient symphony, scattered as the notes sung in the lunatic heart of love. Fled is that last of...
Lack of originality, everywhere, all over the world, from time immemorial, has...– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via mtgardella)