July 22, 2014
"When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it."

— Caitlyn Siehl  (via scrlett)

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July 20, 2014
"

'Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'

'You'll always be like this to me.'

'Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.'

"

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via quotes-shape-us)

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July 20, 2014
"Today darling I am rising
from the lavender bathtub
of self-loathing. I don’t take drugs
to shut up I take off
my pants when I get home
and I stay there, red cup full
of cigarettes from heaven, ghosts
of all my friends between my toes.
I imagine them pouring vodka all over
each other wearing glitter.
The vision is closing in like a tight dress."

— Morgan Parker, from “Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night,” published in The Offending Adam (via bostonpoetryslam)

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July 18, 2014
words-of-emotion:

Good Vibes HERE

words-of-emotion:

Good Vibes HERE

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July 18, 2014

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July 18, 2014
"Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind… When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her."

Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness

Ladies, we need to change this behavior. 

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July 18, 2014
"The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant."

— Anna Akhmatova, Anna Of All The Russias: A Life Of Anna Akhmatova (via volaream)

July 11, 2014
Notes From An Older Me

a-fashion-killa:

Leave any man that does not inspire to you create. Because that is what you do. And if a man cannot foster your affinity for art, he is not a man
you should allow to handle your heart

Because you were young once and you had a boyfriend you couldn’t write about

He sedated your consciousness

July 10, 2014
"

When searching for the lost remember 8 things.

1.
We are vessels. We are circuit boards
swallowing the electricity of life upon birth.
It wheels through us creating every moment,
the pulse of a story, the soft hums of labor and love.
In our last moment it will come rushing
from our chests and be given back to the wind.
When we die. We go everywhere.

2.
Newton said energy is neither created nor destroyed.
In the halls of my middle school I can still hear
my friend Stephen singing his favorite song.
In the gymnasium I can still hear
the way he dribbled that basketball like it was a mallet
and the earth was a xylophone.
With an ear to the Atlantic I can hear
the Titanic’s band playing her to sleep,
Music. Wind. Music. Wind.

3.
The day my grandfather passed away there was the strongest wind,
I could feel his gentle hands blowing away from me.
I knew then they were off to find someone
who needed them more than I did.
On average 1.8 people on earth die every second.
There is always a gust of wind somewhere.

4.
The day Stephen was murdered
everything that made us love him rushed from his knife wounds
as though his chest were an auditorium
his life an audience leaving single file.
Every ounce of him has been
wrapping around this world in a windstorm
I have been looking for him for 9 years.

5.
Our bodies are nothing more than hosts to a collection of brilliant things.
When someone dies I do not weep over polaroids or belongings,
I begin to look for the lightning that has left them,
I feel out the strongest breeze and take off running.

6.
After 9 years I found Stephen.
I passed a basketball court in Boston
the point guard dribbled like he had a stadium roaring in his palms
Wilt Chamberlain pumping in his feet,
his hands flashing like x-rays,
a cross-over, a wrap-around
rewinding, turn-tables cracking open,
camera-men turn flash bulbs to fireworks.
Seven games and he never missed a shot,
his hands were luminous.
Pulsing. Pulsing.
I asked him how long he’d been playing,
he said nine 9 years

7.
The theory of six degrees of separation 

was never meant to show how many people we can find,
it was a set of directions for how to find the people we have lost.

I found your voice Stephen,
found it in a young boy in Michigan who was always singing,
his lungs flapping like sails
I found your smile in Australia,
a young girl’s teeth shining like the opera house in your neck,
I saw your one true love come to life on the asphalt of Boston.

8.
We are not created or destroyed,
we are constantly transferred, shifted and renewed.
Everything we are is given to us.
Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live
Death comes, because the brilliance inside us can only be contained for so long.
We do not die. We pass on, pass on the lightning burning through our throats.
when you leave me I will not cry for you
I will run into the strongest wind I can find
and welcome you home.

"

— Michael Lee, “Pass On” (via pigmenting)

July 10, 2014
"She smiled a little, knowing well
That he would not remark
The ruins of a day that fell
Around her in the dark:
He saw no ruins anywhere,
Nor fancied there were scars
On anyone who lingered there,
Alone below the stars."

— Edwin Arlington Robinson, Tact
(via aboveallelsealady)

July 10, 2014
"

When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.



But it also devours.

"

— Carver, Raymond. Late Fragment.
(via wordsnquotes)

July 10, 2014
everendlessfaith:

Dating A Mutual Ghost- Meggie C. Royer everendlessfaith

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Dating A Mutual Ghost- Meggie C. Royer everendlessfaith

July 10, 2014
"Let’s live and wait the same way we love: tirelessly and with courage, with palms full of hope and heads full of hoping."

— Don’t Just Wait For Friday; Wait For Monday Too, and Every Other Day of the Week- Meggie Royer (writingsforwinter)

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July 10, 2014
"And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again."

— (via classic-noir)

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July 10, 2014
"I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life."

— Jeff Buckley, on moving to New York (via floranymph)

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