December 2009
56 posts
“New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the...”
– Hamilton Wright Mabie (via gabiiescobar)
“So it all moves in the pageant toward the ending, it’s own ending. Everywhere,...”
– -The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
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this is my theme, the theme of 2010.
and. you’ve only got so long to live.
dear you,
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“When I was alive, I believed — as you do — that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said ‘one o’clock’ as though I could see it, and ‘Monday’ as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived...
jesus… when I’m around someone who makes me nervous, I get so goddamn clutzy.
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“she’s gonna learn that this life will hit you.
hard.
in the face.
wait for you to get back up, so it can kick you in the stomach
but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming I’ll make sure...
“George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon?...”
– it’s a wonderful life.
— The Christmas Song, Dave Matthews.
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...
dear you,
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now is the moment, baby.
not later, not tomorrow, not “one of these days”. not some distant future based off of hopes and maybes and contingencies.
now.
no more thinking backwards into behind you and no more little allowances. (just this once. once more. this one time.)
truth is, this is never gonna feel easier. there isn’t a day coming where it’ll be...
well that is that and this is this.
well you tell me what you saw and i’ll tell you what you missed:
when the ocean
met
the sky.
you missed when time and life shook hands and said ‘goodbye’.
(you missed) when the earth folded in on itself.
(you missed) and said ‘good luck’.
for your sake i hope heaven and hell (you missed)
are really there, but i...
casinegro:
‘Paper Aeroplane’ by Angus &...
I’m driving with the heat on full blast and all the windows rolled down and I can’t even see the road.
im pulled over on the edge (of the road)
remember
gatekeeper:
likelava:
when everything was exciting and unbearable at the same time and nothing had ever felt so worth it.
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(and it will be like that again.)
hello, tipsy.
been a bit. welcome back. you’ve been missed.
a word on statistics
loveisaverb:
Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two. Unsure of every step: almost all the rest. Ready to help, if it doesn’t take long: forty-nine. Always good, because they cannot be otherwise: four — well, maybe five. Able to admire without envy: eighteen. Led to error by youth (which passes): sixty, plus or minus. Those not to be messed with: four-and-forty....
the human condition.
“The Human Condition is defined by the following three paradoxes:
Human imagination can take them anywhere, dragging their physical bodies along.
Humans are capable of the kindest, most noble things, but are also capable of the most horrible and terrifying things.
Humans hope for everlasting life, but are always inventing new ways to destroy each other.”
— Jefferey Brodd by...
stopped a beat. (letters from here)
dear you,
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i haven’t said anything/written letter in here recently because i don’t know how i want to say it. im out of cleverness. ill write again when i’m ready.
and its all wonderful, successful or fated or luck or whatever, but good, primarily. everything is clear-sky, flag-raising, sitting-pretty… my things are in their rows and together. its just…
have...
i’m not afraid of anything, least of all you.
can you imagine
no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
your best friend always sticking up for you
even when I know you’re wrong.
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance five-hour phone conversation
the best soy latte that you ever had
and me.
It’s so dark walking East Hill Road we no longer see each other, what does it matter? outline of trees crowding the sky, fog lowering, our bodies urgent, fractious, reinvented. Once, I would have married, you say. Around us no light enters. Surely the pinewood has closed in on itself, a body of water deepens. He was climbing down from the roof when he fell, you say. Three stories. Your...
“I honestly couldn’t care less if you like the same bands or you’ve...”
– from http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/
“All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
— Swing Tree, Discovery.
i don’t...
rare word of the day. 3.0
syzygy — the configuration of three heavenly bodies in alignment.
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wow.
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you’ve got no shame.
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round of applause. and for such a exquisite, tactless move:
they can scrape me off the fucking sidewalk, because
i sure didn’t see that coming.
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rare word of the day: haecceity.
haecceity —
1. the aspect of existence on which individuality depends.
2. the sense of being in the present tense. the pure experience of a single moment in time.
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see also: things i don’t understand. things to hold on to.
“And though love is a drunk, sleeping off its hangover in the gutters between the...”
– I Wrote This For You (via quotewhore)
“Oh my practical, my worldly-wise. You
know how the body falters, falls in on...”
– Robin Becker, from “Morning Poem” (via airwalker) (via dondante)
“lie. its morning.”
rare word of the day.
petrichor — the smell of the earth after rain.
“Don’t you do what you’ve wanted to, yeah, don’t destroy yourself like those...”
– Bright Eyes (via dondante)
mandylee740:
i just want to listen to this...
dear you,
do you remember that time on new years that we went for a walk on the beach before midnight? i was still a senior in high school and you had come home from college. we didn’t hold hands or touch, but we walked next to each other on the white sand all the way to the water. or maybe it was even iced over snow.
you lay down on the sand looking up at the stars and you told me to lie...
of love, nothing.
dondante:
“i know of pleading to a person that you are not as luminous as their starry eyes see you, aching for them to shut their mouths, to keep away from your poisonous ways. and, grass-greener, i know of being the person begging them to allow themselves to be loved, to “just try, can you just try, please?”, yes. i know of all that. i know of opposition, desegregation, the repelling and...
