June 2012
cold tiles on warm feet, you kissed me gently kissed me gently on the side of my neck as I washed the dishes you loved me calmly, loved me calmly and I loved you quietly.
Now I hate you loudly, hate you loudly
and love you alone.
Anonymous asked: Hey Sally, thanks for the message yesterday. I was in such an awful mood this week and I think I just needed a friend to say, "it's alright, you always make it through!" We'll see if that's true. The week isn't over yet. :) I miss you a ton and I hope I get to see you soon. How's the beautiful summer in Vermont? It's still one of my favorite places on...
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– Michael Mewshaw (via emotional-algebra)
“So, the whole idea, you see, is that everything’s falling apart, so don’t try...”
– Alan Watts (via cultureofresistance)
I have to work in 3 hours, and I still can’t sleep.
Thanks a lot, random night shifts that scew up my sleep schedule.
ugh.
““Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding...”
– Hafez (via emotional-algebra)
wahhhhhh
I really don’t want to do the night shift tonight… alone in a hotel full of sleeping people, in lovely beds, while you are wide awake, crunching numbers.
A bad week made better...
Me: (to mom) I don't know, I think I'll just head back to my apartment tonight.
Elijah: (looks up from his playing with cars) No, Saaaayeeee! asdgknpoerg ojuonm PLEASE DON'T GO SAAAAYEEE! I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO. PLEASEE STAY SAYYYEEE.
(runs over and wraps his arms around my neck)
Me: (bawling)
“out of the lie of no
rises a truth of yes
(only herself and who
illimitably...”
– “[out of the lie of no]” by E. E. Cummings, in Selected Poems 1923-1958, selected by Cummings himself from eleven books of poetry (via growing-orbits)
Raspberry schnapps, citrus vodka, and sprite.
Do it, do it now!
“It’s easy to rip an unsewn stitch
Or tear the thread of an untold tale—
The...”
– Unknown author, from “Wulf and Eadwacer”, in The Exeter Book, trans. Craig Williamson (via growing-orbits)
“It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but...”
– Billy Collins, from “On Turning Ten” (via growing-orbits)
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– Tom Robbins, American writer (via torrid-wind)
dont. stop. forget about it. sleep.
we still feel the things we swore we’d forget. that’s the difference. It’s as if we can store ten million gallons of wine full of emotions. and we let it phase us… we let it morph us. we let it drown ourselves to sleep each night, thinking that it’s fucking natural. what’s so natural about wine stained tears?
“A doctor once told me I feel too much.
I said, “So does God
That’s why you can...”
– Andrea Gibson, from “Jellyfish” (via growing-orbits)
: InsideInside I’d say, don’t please.Grit my... →
growing-orbits:
Inside
Inside I’d say, don’t please. Grit my teeth. Bite the pillow. You pulled me to the place where everything went numb, hollow. I’d lose my voice. Grit my teeth. Bite the pillow. Inside I’d say, don’t please. High on the wall, I’d watch your shadow turn against me — shape of a storm. My own…
