June 2013
8 posts
“You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.”
—Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via serialstranger)
“do not
put
your hand
in the mouth of loneliness.
it’s teeth are soft
but it will scar you for life.” —do not be seduced by the lonely ones, nayyirah waheed (via madnessismymiddlename)
put
your hand
in the mouth of loneliness.
it’s teeth are soft
but it will scar you for life.” —do not be seduced by the lonely ones, nayyirah waheed (via madnessismymiddlename)
“Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.”
—Charles Bukowski (via nirvanaholik)
“Sometimes I’ll be talking to someone, and I’ll be like ‘Yeah, I’ve been really lonely lately’ and they’ll be like ‘Well we should hang out!’ and I’m like ‘No, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what I meant at all.’”
—John Mulaney (via ntrvrts)
May 2013
8 posts
“Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.”
—Mary Rakow (via perpetuallypro-solitude)
“Do not ignore it.
Fuck it.
Cry your heart out.
Then fuck it some more.” —Charles Bukowski (via oldmoleskine)
Fuck it.
Cry your heart out.
Then fuck it some more.” —Charles Bukowski (via oldmoleskine)
“You are my stranger and see how we have closed. On both ends.
Night wets me all night, blind, carried.
…
Would I dance with you? Both forever and rather die.
It would be like dying, yes. Yes I would.” —Brenda Shaughnessy, from “Project for a Fainting” (via proustitute)
Night wets me all night, blind, carried.
…
Would I dance with you? Both forever and rather die.
It would be like dying, yes. Yes I would.” —Brenda Shaughnessy, from “Project for a Fainting” (via proustitute)
“And, indeed, I will ask on my own account here, an idle question: which is better - cheap happiness or exalted sufferings? Well, which is better?”
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via picalla)
April 2013
3 posts
“What are we doing here, and why are our hearts invisible?”
—Anne Carson, from “Kinds of Water” (via weissewiese)
“Have you ever spent a whole year hoping the morning wouldn’t come?
I’ve had a band-aid in one hand and the other a gun; something’s been screaming “fire kid,” but something’s still screaming “live.”
So, baby, build me a bridge away from the storm.” —Andrea Gibson, Yarn
I’ve had a band-aid in one hand and the other a gun; something’s been screaming “fire kid,” but something’s still screaming “live.”
So, baby, build me a bridge away from the storm.” —Andrea Gibson, Yarn
