April 2011
111 posts
Tyler Knott: An Open Letter to the Boy I Was →
tylerknott:
I can see you there, staring out with a mixture of wonder and fascination. I see the light behind your eyes, shining through and illuminating the color with the intensity of youth. I know your face because it once was mine. Your eyes are my eyes before the wrinkles of laughter and the lines that…
“You must constantly ask yourself these questions: Who am I around? What are they...”
– - Jim Rohn (via supprosetry)
And worse…. *sigh*
(via poetdreamer)
“As we get older we gain a little perspective on the material, the perishable,...”
– Cary Randolph (via jessicachu)
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PTSD
Black tendrils of this old familiar monster hunt and search for a spot to land,to take hold. Like foggy mist it floats hunting out familiar unpleasantness, memories of days gone by memories of midnights early mornings looking, longingly out the window waiting, hoping that everything is OK. Gone are those days and yet, my mind brings me back to that place allowing the monster to touch my head, my...
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We are a matched set, you and I. A fork in the road. A knife in my heart.
-Unknown
Sometimes devastation is just the beginning of things. Beauty is a counterpoint to volcanic grief. Simply put, explosions are necessary.
Kelly from Ordinary Art
Celebrate 31 flavors at Baskin Robbins with 31¢... →
poundslb:
Fifth Annual 31 Cent Scoop Night on April 27, 2011. Once again, we are partnering with the National Fallen Firefighters Foundation (NFFF), paying tribute to America’s Firefighters and thanking our loyal customers by lowering the price of Baskin-Robbins scoops to just 31 cents*!
This is how it works:
prettywithbrainzzz:
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
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We Should Talk About This Problem
There is a Beautiful Creature, Living in a hole you have dug … And I often sing, but still, my dear, You do not come out. I have fallen in love with Someone Who hides inside of you. The poet, Hafiz, wrote a poem nearly 700 years ago entitled, We Should Talk About This Problem. In it, God is addressing a wounded soul.
“Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via oddshapes)
“It is only after a certain age, twenty-five or so, when the distance between the...”
– Alice McDermott (from That Night)
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Giant red ants
In my head I have the conversation the one that I never get up enough courage to actually have the one where I apologize for my part of our past and where I reach out to you because I love you because I appreciate your part in my past In my made up conversation you reciprocate After so many long years of not having seen one another or one another’s children we sign a peace treaty and we...
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RIP
There was no denial of it, there was no covering it up, there is only the raspy, labored breaths and the harsh reality that all that lives must end one day, and bitterly underneath that was the fact that I cannot change it, I can only witness it. My husband is driving like a bat out of hell and talking but I do not hear him because I am lost in my storm of desperate and maddening thoughts while...
Hopeful Hopelessness
seanweidman:
Despite every opportunity to hold
Your frail body to the ground
And force the same magnitude of
Pain down your throat, you remain
Delicately unburdened, if only on
Account of what I know and what
I hope you may come to understand:
Even amid such hopeless anguish,
Love may yet choose to prevail.
“But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow,...”
– Margaret Atwood (The Handmaid’s Tale)
Untitled
tshombeisms:
there is always a choice and consequence to all things; it is because of this inevitable relationship we must carefully choose, and learn to love without fear. If love frightens us, then we can not be free to live a full life. Choose with prudence as the consequence is a toll we all must bare.
—Tshombe Sekou
Mopey Kids Should Read More →
utnereader:
Hey you gloomy skateboarding adolescent, are you feelin’ down? Maybe you should turn off the Joy Division album and pick up some Emily Dickinson. The chances of being a happy, well-adjusted teenager, reports The Independent, are much greater if you keep your nose in the crease of a book. Read more.
“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the...”
– James Baldwin (via oceanofmind)
ruin-me:
don’t give up on me love, don’t you dare forfeit so fucking easily
“We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is...”
– John Lennon (via loveyourchaos)
“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of...”
– Rosemary Urquico (via dont-ever-tell-anyone-anything)
“You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye,
that is a fish, blue...”
– Margaret Atwood, You Begin (via yesyes)
“Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for...”
– Czeslaw Milosz (via fuckyeahpolishpoets)
Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain.: Letters to My Father →
shamzyt:
Dear Father,
I am eighteen now
I release you (myself) from your phone calls
Where you attempt to seem like a father
Seven years from which you saw me last
Do the math. That’s eleven years old
Puberty hadn’t even set yet
But don’t hold your breath
Don’t even worry
(Two things in…
painfully, beautifully done.
“often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no...”
– Charles Bukowski, Writing (via holdonmagnolia)
all one can ask
whisperedverse:
See me as I am. Recognize my flaws, and then whisper of your love.
Night Falls Like A Grand Piano.: “I tell you I... →
tautandtame:
“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion. “Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you…
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rain
I am under the rain. Under. The. Rain.
The rain comes after me. Beats me. I wait for the boom of thunder, fork of lightning. In the rain, I am afraid. In the rain, I don’t know where I am going. In the rain, I am fucking ridiculous.
I try to outrun the rain. My shoes sink into the dirt. Dirt made soft by the rain. Dark, dirty dirt. Dirt flecked with seeds. I have trammeled the seeds, killed...
“It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
– Albus Dumbledore (via saddest-summer)
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RIP or missing Boo
There was no denial of it, there was no covering it up, there is only the raspy, labored breaths and the harsh reality that all that lives must end one day, and bitterly underneath that was the fact that I cannot change it, I can only witness it. My husband is driving like a bat out of hell and talking but I do not hear him because I am lost in my storm of desperate and maddening thoughts while...
1 tag
Advice to the busted amoung us by Ada Limon
But everyone is busted a little. No consciousness of the breaking, just the history of a dirty footprint—even the easy stuff, the small conversations about our worth. (To be an anonymous object, the innocuous heart, the smallest part of flesh.) On Withers Avenue, a rat circled the bottom of a trashcan, it threw its body against the plastic green walls of its new world, I heard it. I removed the...
Who?
aishenme:
Someone once asked me
“Who are you writing for?”
And so I thought,
and thought.
And wondered ‘Who?’
I went back,
once I had found
my answer. I said
“I write for me.
I write for you,
for everyone that’s going through.
I write for love,
peace,
truth,
and everything I believe in.
I write...
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
– John Steinbeck (Winter of our Discontent)
