March 2011
jessesaysit asked: I know it's supposed to be a great book of racial feminism and all that, but I really did not like 'Their Eyes Were Watching God.' I mean, I appreciate it for what it is, but it's one book I didn't enjoy reading. I did think the phallic power of Janie's hair was rather interesting, though. Let me know what you think.
Morrison is a goddess. Gatsby and...
Morrison is a goddess. Gatsby and...
“For fear you will be alone
You do so many things
That aren’t you at all.”
– Richard Brautigan (via swallowed-words)
jessesaysit asked: Cherry Blossom!
Have you read 'The Namesake'? If not, you really to read it. I'm about halfway through and it is amazing. There's a movie, too. I haven't watched it, but the author really likes it. So it might be good.
It's about this Indian immigrant family. The parents moved from India to the US and started a family. It's...
Have you read 'The Namesake'? If not, you really to read it. I'm about halfway through and it is amazing. There's a movie, too. I haven't watched it, but the author really likes it. So it might be good.
It's about this Indian immigrant family. The parents moved from India to the US and started a family. It's...
“They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities...”
– The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought,...”
– George Gordon Byron (via bookoasis)
“Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage...”
– A Conceit by Maya Angelou (via melancholynotes)
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being...”
– ~Vladimir Nabakov (via frozen-in-tyme)
melancholynotes:
For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Chorus (excerpt) by Algernon Charles Swinburne (from The...
“Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts.”
– To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Truth
"Try not to come off as nervous. Guys like strong,...
Best advice ever. Thanks, Sopher.
“Books. People have no idea how beautiful books are. How they taste on your...”
– Rachel Kadish,Tolstoy Lied: A Love Story (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
I’m not sure where I fit between those tender touches and flirt-full eyes. I’m not sure if it was simply drunken courage or something more. Between pool halls and liquored lips that yearn to talk of your green-eyed bliss.
So I’ll wait, while my bones break and skin stretches—till I can adjust to the idea of possible happiness. And I’ll muster all my strength not to...
melancholynotes:
I
she stitched into her a crooked liveliness
and discovered that she could force the stars
into being, but not into soul.
II
the moon told told her
to cry, and she did, in all its ephemeral manifestation;
diamond grain in the sky.
for what reality
could she hold?
III
what must you pay to live
and what must you give to die
and how far must you walk to remember?
by...
“She’s the sort of woman who lives for others—you can tell the others by their...”
– The Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
(He’s interested…)
“If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.”
– Chinese Proverb (via oceanofmind)
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance...”
– Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies...”
– The Dream Keeper by Langston Hughes (via melancholynotes)
drunk?
yes. Did I just see that guy downtown with “ask me about the end of the world tee-shirt? yes. Did I meet a man? YESSSSSSS!!!!! :)
Oh, I need to do this more often.
Let's be honest
There is nothing left to hold me together.
Not having a life is more stressful than it sounds.
Come on, World. Give me a job. Give me something to live for. Something to do—something to fill my time and mind and energy.
I can’t sit here any longer watching everyone else prosper.
“It is surely clear that, once a person is convinced that his state and need are...”
– J. I. Packer, Knowing God (via stare-type)
It’s time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, Oh I feel a break down, I don’t care if it shows up, I’m praying this for you, ‘Til it’s answered I’ll say.
Am I alone in here?
-Chevelle-
melancholynotes:
our dying silent minds,which hand in hand at some window try to understand the (through pale miles of perishing air,haunted with huddling infinite wishless melancholy, suddenly looming)accurate undaunted
moon’s bright third tumbling slowly
excerpted from our touching hearts slenderly comprehend by e e cummings
I just really don’t give a shit anymore.
“Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.”
– Paulo Coelho (via quotewhore)
