May 2011
“It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she...”
– John Green (via atomos)
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves...”
– Don DeLillo, White Noise (via bookmania)
“How many times in our life have we been afraid to tackle a tough job or project,...”
– Mandino, Og. Secrets for Success and Happiness (via lipsticksmiles)
“To conquer oneself is the best and noblest victory; to be vanquished by one’s...”
– Plato (via lipsticksmiles)
“This is not to say that love is only about fighting. Love is about bottomless...”
– Jonathan Franzen | “Liking is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts” | NY Times Op-Ed May 28, 2011 (via evoketheforms)
“What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
“To me, at least in retrospect, the really interesting question is why dullness...”
– David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via fishingboatproceeds)
shoutfortheday:
We stand at opposite ends of the earth. Extinguish all lights. Become still for a moment. Senses on hyperalert. I take a blind step forward. In my mind I might have heard you do the same. Walking without seeing, hands outstretched. Channeling the need to feel you. I need so much, I can almost see you. Bumps and bruises already. Hours go by. But still we walk. And try...
my thoughts won't let me sleep tonight.
“The sad truth is the truth is sad.”
– Lemony Snicket (via kari-shma)
FIFTY TIMES BETTER —n.ciano love we almost made crudely taken then thrown away completely broken over I’ll find another fifty times better then I will say love—I gave it all.
SOME LOVES –C. Piper, Napa Some loves burn with a passion like powdered lead igniting— a spit of sound, a pungent smell, the briefest flash of lightning. Some loves burn with cold fury like steely cables rusting— relentlessly condemned to fail, possessive and untrusting. But some, like Moses’ burning bush, on fire but not consumed, ignite before the lovers’ births and blaze beyond the...
EL TANGO DEL MISTERIO –C. Piper Across the room bejeweled, perfumed champagne flute kissed with lipstick She flips her hair and meets his stare with well-rehearsed dispassion She looks away and none can say what latent want her eyes belie A measured pace and panther grace he circles and advances He grasps her arm she feigns alarm but follows to the dance floor The music swells ...
FROM THERE —C. Piper You reply as if we were speaking to one another, and I can hear you from where I stand across the room as if I was listening. I go to you as if that closes the distance, and you let me touch your persona. We kiss as if we were kissing, but when I open my eyes I see you beautiful and so near and you look back at me so far away.
OF LOVE AND WATER –C. Piper I don’t recall if the glass was half empty or half full when it fell. I only remember the shattering and water flowing finding its way down always down to the lowest points, where love and water go when they run off.
FULFILLMENT, THE NOVEL —Patricia Hickerson that he loved her that she loved him that they would be together forever that they would be married and have kids that he would get drunk and go after other women that she would go to the racetrack and they would go into debt that their kids would flunk out of school and do drugs and go into rehab or get married and have sick kids and die—that the...
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
– Oscar Wilde (via lipsticksmiles)
“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I...”
– C. S. Lewis (via whiterabbitbook)
“She often could not articulate her thoughts; they seemed like objects glimpsed...”
– Katherine Min, After The Falls (via booksandbrews) 