January 2011
40 posts
Here’s to hoping your smile is still the same, waiting for me, with fluttering hands and how we never ever know what to do with them aside from that need to just squeeze each other and never never stop.
The Arsonist Stood Up In Court And Said by Jeffrey... →
I am not an arsonist. I dreamt the building was a phoenix and needed my help. Before sticking me in a sentence, like a four-syllable word with only one meaning, consider what becomes of the ashes: see how after smearing a palm-full hair grows on a bald man’s scalp, how just a sprinkle makes irises sprout through sidewalk cracks. You call me sick, but have you ever seen a suicidal parakeet, a...
“You, and all your pieces.”
– Warpaint (via dondante)
“I write because I need to write. I write because I am at the bottom of a deep...”
– Camille Moffatt (Why Write, from A Cup of Comfort for Writers)
hallelujah:
i want to trainwreck into you, destroy your rib cage and set fire to your soft tissue then kiss it all better. break your arms so they better fit around me, cut your hair, call you beautiful, tell you that i am ruined without you, tell you my railroads turn to rubble once you leave. always have. derail me, let me be the biggest disaster your love has ever seen and i will put all the...
“There is a fallacy that the powerful emotion of youth mellows with time. Not...”
– ~Nicole Krauss, The Great House (via fuckyeahkickassquotes)
i woke up with the ghost of your arms around me.
there’s not enough of the quiet.
ONSET | Kim Addonizio →
Watching that frenzy of insects above the bush of white flowers,
bush I see everywhere on hill after hill, all I can think of
is how terrifying spring is, in its tireless, mindless replications. Everywhere emergence: seed case, chrysalis, uterus, endless manufacturing. And the wrapped stacks of Styrofoam cups in the grocery, lately I can’t stand them, the shelves of canned beans and...
does anyone have you can’t tear polaroids by easyworld?
“The only exception was books, which I acquired freely, because I never really...”
– Great House, Nicole Krauss.
