May 2013
55 posts
dntfearthereaper:
Restraining yourself from making inappropriate jokes in a new friendship because you don’t know if they’ll laugh or start running away
“دل به دل راه داره
There is telepathy between hearts”
– (via mentalalchemy)
“We are philosophers; we cannot help being.”
– Murray Bail, from The Pages (via the-final-sentence)
“We’re stronger in the places that we’ve been broken.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via moaka)
“You only demand clarity because you’re too comfortable within your vagueness;...”
– Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Finally saw Battle Royale last night.
Intense is not an intense enough word for that movie. holy. crap.
._.
M2spookykat:
“what are you doing today”
nothing really
“ok great so you can help me with this-“
no no no
you misunderstand
i don’t mean i have nothing planned, i mean i plan to do nothing
“We’ll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white,...”
– Lauren DeStefano, from Sever (via the-final-sentence)
starksexual:
i was at the bus stop with my sister the other day and for no apparent reason, she says: ‘dude, there are more dead people in the world than living people’ and the woman standing beside me whispered ‘holy shit’ and i fucking lost it
poem-locker:
Swept
When we say I miss you what we mean is I’m filled with dread. At night alone going to bed is like lying down in a wave. Total absence of light. Swept away to gone.
—Hayden Carruth
“the year of letting go
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’
and also...”
– Warsan Shire (via commovente)
“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it...”
– Herman Melville, Moby Dick (via likeafieldmouse)
“Estábamos, estamos, estaremos juntos. A pedazos, a ratos, a párpados, a sueños.”
– Mario Benedetti. (via cigarrillosdelhartazgo)
“The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm.”
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson (via somebody-else)
“Tomorrow, you promise yourself, will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a...”
– James T. Mckay (via angerr)
“Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at...”
– -Dalai Lama XIV (via relatedtodelight)
“I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.”
– John Steinbeck (via quote-book)
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters...”
– Kahlil Gibran (via quote-book)
Rachel McKibbens: finally, in its entirety →
rachelmckibbens:
LETTER FROM MY HEART TO MY BRAIN Its okay to hang upside-down like a bat, to swim into the deep end of silence, to swallow every key so you can’t get out. It’s okay to hear the ocean calling your fevered name
to say your sorrow is an opera of snakes, to flirt with sharp and heartless things. It’s okay to write,
“The rain is full of ghosts tonight.”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay (via likeafieldmouse)
lady-tyrell:
fyi ‘wow u must be on your period’ is the most misogynistic reply to a debate that i have ever fucking heard in my fucking life and believe me one of us is gonna be bleeding and it aint gonna be me
“You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d...”
– Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via themedusa)
buttduchess:
i ain’t sayin’ she a gold-digger, but she did move west to california in 1849
edsheerun:
i just want a boy to like me
no not that one
George R.R. Martin on writing women:
Interviewer: There's one thing that's interesting about your books. I noticed that you write women really well and really different. Where does that come from?
George R.R. Martin: You know, I've always considered women to be people.
There are too many things in the world. Too many choices. This is the biggest of first world problems. I can’t make up my mind.
“But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever...”
– Margaret Atwood (via likeafieldmouse)
“No eres como los demás. Y he visto a muchos, y los conozco. Cuando hablo, tú me...”
– Rad Bradbury. (via quemasdecirtesinhablar)
thoughtsat2am:
Magical Realism
When, without any warning, a character just floats away into the sky, never to return, and the other characters are just pissed off that they floated away with the new sheets they were hanging out to dry.
Dammit, Remedios.
