May 2009
“I swear the air tasted like the sea.”
– (via tinyparcels)
“i will spread myself like wings. i am a billion tiny feathers. you have no idea...”
– dave eggers (via everynowandthen)
“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing” (via cityplanning) (via postmarks) (via poetbabble) (via youarebonbon) (via unicornology) (via tinyparcels)
April 2009
your arms and legs tangled into a slur of skin and...
sealegslexi:
because i chewed you up and spit you out, writhing on the floor all tired and weary. lost all of your weight at the bottom of the sea, so you rose to the top, the surface of it all. and here is where they found you, desperately gasping for air, swallowing salt water, the sun flushing out your mind with it’s ugly intensity, you’ve never hated the sun so much as you do now. but you...
2. WHAT I AM NOT
tinyparcels:
My brother and I used to play a game. I’d point to a chair. “THIS IS NOT A CHAIR,” I’d say. Bird would point to a table. “THIS IS NOT A TABLE.” “THIS IS NOT A WALL,” I’d say. “THAT IS NOT A CEILING.” We’d go on like that. ‘IT IS NOT RAINING OUT.” “MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!” Bird would yell. I’d point to my elbow. “THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE.” Bird would lift his knee. “THIS IS ALSO NOT A...
i would never want to die in a hospital.
Sally Sparrow
Cathy: Why did you come here anyway?
Sally: I love old things. They make me feel sad.
Cathy: What's good about sad?
Sally: It's happy for deep people.
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because...”
maybe i want to see who will still be there when...
howtofightloneliness:
(via tellherlies)
“the tigers have found me and i do not care.”
– charles bukowski (via everynowandthen)
“when i was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. everything...”
– jonathan safran foer
everything is illuminated
(via everynowandthen) this book was so good.
“you get so alone at times that it just makes sense.”
– charles bukowski (via everynowandthen)
crushes:
Dear Self,
You’re going to be fine.
Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want. (Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.
The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.
You will, and you know it.
In the meantime, keep smiling.
Love, ...
a little reminder of what love should really be...
underthesheets:
larralawlz:
wishopeace:
LOVE ACCORDING TO CHILDREN…
Actual children’s answers to the question “what is love?”
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” - Billy, age 4
“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” - Karl, age 5
“Love...
underthesheets:
arethasgold:
When I love, I love the history of a person; like the alignment of your teeth before the braces and the scars on your arms from this or that. I couldn’t tell you why but I could tell you what, and “what” is you. Who you are, who you’ve been, and the cross-hatching where they once coincided. Everything is uncertain right now except for this. I’m feeling it hard...
