I had love once in the palm of my hand. See the lines there.– John Wieners, from “A Poem for Painters” (thanks, deskofalex)
I never stop loving someone. I just learn to live without them.– (via ohlovequotes)
let them go – the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and...– e.e. cummings, excerpt from let it go - the (via arpeggia)
Guys, I am going to the middle east for a month and a half. Internet is NOT great where I am going (according to the reports of tech-addicted friends) so I probably won’t be very active, if at all. When I come back I will be fluent though. Promise. If you are looking for a nice blog to peruse in my absence, this is my friend: www.thedenouncement.tumblr.com Ma’salama Bitches.
just a WiP mash of some classics feels
In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.– Jane Hirshfield, last lines to “In Praise of Coldness”, in Each Happiness Ringed by Lions (thank you, growing-orbits)
I am told: you belong to darkness. Perhaps, perhaps, but I walk toward the...– Pablo Neruda, from “So Is My Life”, translated by Miguel Algarin (via litverve)
I often repeat myself And the second time’s a lie I love you I love you See...– Andrea Gibson (via loveyourchaos)
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I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul.– Invictus, William Earnest Henley
Pick up your stones, ladies and gentlemen: ‘Perks of Being a Wallflower’ was overrated.
Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.– Martin Heidegger, Who is Nietzsche’s Zarathustra? (via mythologyofblue)