January 2011
Where did all the pay phones go?: Sheherazade →
wheredidthepayphonesgo:
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a…
December 2010
foralskelse:
New Slang - The Shins
This is the...
“When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn...”
– J.L. Stanley, Catechism for a Witch’s Child (via sarahjune)
susuu: The Rival by Sylvia Plath →
her-rabbits:
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I…
susuu: Across A Great Wilderness Without You by... →
her-rabbits:
The deer come out in the evening. God bless them for not judging me, I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe and make strange noises at them— language, if language can be a kind of crying. The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow, each bullet hole suffused with moon, like the…
“Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. Walk away, try...”
– Something to experience in your mid 20’s. (via yoitsadrian)
