May 2012
14 posts
“It will be the same
as it has always been
and you are right to pack
your...”
– James Tate, from “Wait for Me”
April 2012
15 posts
To self-soothe, I take off my bra first. With every button I undo, I also take back a bad word I have mumbled about myself or someone else. Then in the dark, I massage my naked body on the bed, which I imagine in someone’s dream must illuminate under the moon’s hot breath. And I forgive her, my body’s slopes, and all of its guilt which I sometimes place on her for no better reason than to keep...
Love, We Must Part Now: Do Not Let It Be Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitous and bitter. In the past There has been too much moonlight and self-pity: Let us have done with it: for now at last Never has sun more boldly paced the sky, Never were hearts more eager to be free, To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I No longer hold them; we are husks, that see The grain going...
once someone told me they were tired of managing me and my emotions one man said that i humiliate myself publicly and need self respect another man said i was morbid because of my taste in movies one man tells me he loves me and another says he did love me and always will but not as much as her all i can think of is that i want you all to be quiet very quiet quiet as death — Kendra Grant Malone,...
“My sister told me a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest but...”
– Sierra DeMulder, “Love, Forgive Me”
“I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me...”
– Neil Gaiman
March 2012
21 posts
“1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute...”
“I do not feel good
I’ve got the sad sads
all I want to do is
fuck you”
– Charles Bukowski
“You always make each day such a special day. You know how? By just your being...”
– Mr. Fred Rogers
“We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t
grow on trees, like in...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Archipelago of Kisses”
“People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie,...”
– Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via libraries)
i emptied all my
sadness into the tub and fucking bathed in it. my hair is greasy and my eyes are dark i am an angry and empty version of who i was before you
Waiting and forgetting are not the only options.
116. One of the last times you came to see me, you were wearing a pale blue button-down shirt, short sleeved. I wore this for you, you said. We fucked for six hours straight that afternoon, which does not seem precisely possible but that is what the clock said. We killed the time. You were on your way to a seaside town, a town of much blue, where you would be spending a week with the other woman...
