June 2012
196 posts
“Touch has a memory.”
—John Keats (via finedineonmyvegangenitalia)
“Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.”
—Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
“We fall like feathers
oh, but we can fly like wings
if we’re together.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
oh, but we can fly like wings
if we’re together.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”
—Mae West (via crowjun)
“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.”
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via absea)
Dreamy Eyes
Azure Blue
Azure Blue » Dreamy Eyes
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12:09. am. it feels like my body doesn’t need a nap. i got lots of it and my body wants to hug the moon, but it isn’t here. my pillow’s sitting around, but it doesn’t feel like the moon. i know how warm it is; and it’s something i want to feel tonight. i pity that it doesn’t come out when i need it. that every time it rains there isn’t a moon but coldness.
“The heart was made to be broken.”
—Oscar Wilde (via pavorst)
“The sky was made so clear that sometimes, at night, you can see the far blue edge of forever behind distant suns. Yet, nothing’s that clear here, and I’m sitting right next to you.”
—Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
“The sky was made so clear that sometimes, at night, you can see the far blue edge of forever behind distant suns. Yet, nothing’s that clear here, and I’m sitting right next to you.”
—Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
“Memory is the most important asset of human beings. It’s a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you.”
—Haruki Murakami (via her0inchic)
“You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.”
—Oscar Wilde (via feigenbaumsworld)
“Being wrong is great! I love to do it. It means there’s more to learn.”
—Lawrence Krauss (via fyeahuniverse)
Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head
Joanna Wang
Joanna Wang : Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head :)
“Growing old is unavoidable, but never growing up is possible. I believe you can retain certain things from your childhood if you protect them - certain traits, certain places where you don’t let the world go.”
—Johnny Depp (via nathanielstuart)
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via showslow)
True
王若琳
True by 王若琳.
“The sky was made so clear that sometimes, at night, you can see the far blue edge of forever behind distant suns. Yet, nothing’s that clear here, and I’m sitting right next to you.”
—Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
“One can accept a Picasso woman with two noses, but an equivalent attempt in poetry baffles the same audience.”
—John Ashbery, The Art of Poetry No. 33 (via theparisreview)
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It’s not always the case that if one is in a relationship, everything that he’s thinking will be put into life. Everytime it happens, it seems like everything that he sees is light and no traces of ugliness at all; and for that, he’s blinded. Sometimes, what seems to be superficially pleasant and beautiful can’t be resisted, but it delimits the space inside us, and it tightens the veins of our dreams.
“Sometimes I’m scared I’ll find my soul mate, and they’ll want nothing to do with me.”
—John Mayer (via anditslove)
“It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.”
—Thomas Pynchon, V. (via thepenguinpress)
Sweet Road
Animal Collective
Animal Collective
“Sweet Road”
From Sung Tongs
2
Good morning, June thirteen. I went outside to find some quiet place to breath, and I was successful about it. It was then that I have seen a light between the clouds like apple cracks and bittersweet glare coming from the sun. I knew that it was just lurking around, and I knew that it just hid in there. But when I took a walk to check the greens in the garden, I felt the wind and it brought me somewhere in the past. I glanced up again and tasted a raindrop and it tasted nothing, but I liked how it felt in my tongue. I remembered the first time I tasted rain when I was little. I used to play a lot in the garden to form some clay balls for fun. I didn’t know what it was for but I loved it. It was a Sunday, but it was the first time I tasted rain. It tasted nothing, but I knew that I opened my little mouth to gather some and I was happy about it. It was the same month of the year, the month that there was something which could feel like rain. Sometimes I wonder how it feels like to be a raindrop, to be in the place of a thing which others sometimes can’t feel.
I want to talk to someone who needs to talk to a stranger. I just want to feel how it goes. Like when we talk, it’s as if everything we say just passes by, like the lights of cars on the road which trail like they will never end, but the truth is they will, and they will be gone like how everything is not happening anymore. I see how car lights go away too quickly, it’s like that when they say hi, they bring some confusing streak of jets, like saying that they want to stay but they can’t; we know how it feels like when they’re gone, and we know how permanent that feeling is.
“It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.” —Billy Collins, from “Litany” (thanks, risky wiver)
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.” —Billy Collins, from “Litany” (thanks, risky wiver)
“I love you more than my own skin.”
—Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera (via thechocolatebrigade)
“She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via rosettes)
Lovesong of the Buzzard
Iron & Wine
Iron & Wine - Lovesong of the Buzzard
In the failing light of the afternoon
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow I’ll be kissing on her blood red lipsNo one is the saviour they would like to be
The lovesong of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle’s unimaginative sense of timeSpringtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
sighhhhhhh……..
