December 2010
November 2010
“There is always more than you know.
There are always boxes
put away in the cellar,
worn shoes and cherished pictures,
notes you find later,
sheet music you can’t play.” —Dancing (excerpt) by Margaret Atwood (via melancholynotes)
There are always boxes
put away in the cellar,
worn shoes and cherished pictures,
notes you find later,
sheet music you can’t play.” —Dancing (excerpt) by Margaret Atwood (via melancholynotes)
“Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I’m changing it to ‘God Hates Baguettes.’ It’s tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.”
— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via The Beautiful Letdown)
“Bloom where you are planted.”
—
(via loveisrain)
Yes—something I have to remember.
your so pretty!
my so pretty what? …
:)
“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn that anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”
—David Whyte (astroinquiry via saturnrising) (via melancholynotes)
“People cannot stand the saddest truth I know about the very nature of reading and writing imaginative literature, which is that poetry does not teach us how to talk to other people: it teaches us how to talk to ourselves.”
—
Harold Bloom (via libraryland)
Oh I so disagree… It trancends all communication and goes straight to the very soul. It does something that talking could never do—if it’s done well, that is.
“She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be.”
- Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
I forgot my meds in FL.
Apparently they help ward off feeling of intense lonliness and dreams of past lovers. Also lightheadedness.
Hurrah.
:(
Forgetting Someone
by Yehuda Amichai
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light
in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day.
But then it is the light that makes you remember.via goodpoetry
