February 2012
12 posts
)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
more silent than more than much more is or
total sun oceaning than any this
tear jumping from each most least eye of star
and without was if minus and shall be
immeasurable happenless unnow
shuts more than opens could that every tree
or than all life more death begins to grow
end’s ending then these dolls of joy and grief
these recent...
the journey
The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their...
inspired by kellyoxford's video post →
All great and precious things are lonely.
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via honeyforthehomeless)
in re reading this, i’m questioning how self pretentious this seems, considering i identify
January 2012
42 posts
She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn’t be called a tramp or a slut; had married...
– Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (via anuraglahiri)
one of my favorite movies of all time.
of course, the parking lot scene when kathy bates annihilates the young girls’ car
obviously, mary louise and mary stuart
and the tomatoes, of course, looking so tasty
oh- and the best...
We’re all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
– Tennessee Williams
griffin's first bath
got him a name tag and some puppy shampoo and toothbrush/toothpaste this afternoon after sensory, then ran into matty at a coffee shop in echo park, spotted him through the window, the three of us had a nice chat before he went to work and i went to hike with my little man. when i got home i noticed he wasn’t using his left hind leg and i’m beginning to worry he hurt it (permanently),...
The beauty of things must be that they end.
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa
and i stumbled across this in my studying of michelle studying
i love their simultaneously hand movements and the way she looks at the interviewer when gosling is talking to them
you've got silver rays →
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then...
– the greatest, by cat power
happybelatedholidays, from theghetto