January 2012
112 posts
You watch a sunset too often,
it just becomes six p.m.
You make the same...
– Phil Kaye, Repetition (via hush-little-fuckup)
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What are days for?
Days are where we live.
– Philip Larkin, from “Days” (via proustitute)
Business picked up, and I met a man who went from Promising! to Forget It! in...
– Jonathan Carroll, The Marriage of Sticks (via holdonmagnolia)
my hair is wild because i just woke up and i am free when i sleep
We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via lavandula)
Then I looked down and saw
the world I was entering, that would be my home....
–
Louise Glück, “Fable” (The Seven Ages, Ecco, 2001)
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We can be free
in degrees. The dream,
for example, tries
to do its part:
a...
– Emily Kendal Frey, “The Greatest Brightness Acts Near the Greatest Darkness” (via gammasandgerunds)
i used to want to be a monk really badly like i was willing to shave my head and everything
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it...
– “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart,” Jack Gilbert (via clavicola)
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the cinnamon peeler's wife: “I have envied the... →
clavicola:
“I have envied the four-moon planet.” — The Notebooks of Robert Frost
Maybe he was thinking of the song “What a Little Moonlight Can Do” and became curious about what a lot of moonlight might be capable of.
But wouldn’t this be too much of a good thing? and what if you couldn’t tell them…
the snow doesn’t give a soft white
damn Whom it touches
– E.E. Cummings (via rabbitinthemoon)
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