November 2011
1 post
Peach
tylerknott:
Isn’t life funny that some days you know with confidence that you are the peach, sweet and full of life while on others you suspect with quiet apprehension that instead you are the bruise that is so carefully and meticulously eaten around. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
June 2011
2 posts
Tyler Knott: This is to the Fathers →
tylerknott:
This isn’t an ode because men are raised to be strong and silent and do things without the need for praise and remembrance, for recognition and for tips of the cap or nods of the head. This is, instead, a quiet and sincere whisper to the stoic and proud faces that’ve seen staring back at us with…
May 2011
1 post
Blogut: The Confirmation →
blogut:
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face. I in my mind had waited for this long, Seeing the false and searching for the true, Then found you as a traveller finds a place Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you, What shall I call you? A fountain in…
April 2011
2 posts
“There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your...”
– Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult (via kari-shma)
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
2 posts
“The first step — especially for young people with energy and drive and talent,...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via aviruswithshoes)
January 2011
32 posts
waldosia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
“We live in this culture where everything is supposed to be so hip and so cool,...”
– Andrew McMahon (via withlovefromcarolina)
“Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem...”
– - Frank O’hara (via: mosssleeper)
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it...”
– Buddha (via rainbowsandwitheringwinters)
“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come...”
– Chuck Palahniuck (via somuchlovee)
worry about all the "what-ifs" in life and you...
“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by...”
– H.W. Longfellow (via loveyourchaos)
Tyler Knott: Sinking Ship →
tylerknott:
Peel back my skin and it won’t be bones you will find. Hiding under the muscles the tissues the scars and the freckles are decaying timbers washed ashore. I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts. I am an old boat, built without a rudder, A tattered sheet for a sail. Can you see what I’ve…
“You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and...”
– Lewis B. Smedes (via kari-shma)
Tyler Knott: Sinking Ship →
tylerknott:
Peel back my skin and it won’t be bones you will find. Hiding under the muscles the tissues the scars and the freckles are decaying timbers washed ashore. I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts. I am an old boat, built without a rudder, A tattered sheet for a sail. Can you see what I’ve…
http://chrstn.tumblr.com/post/2138855447/something-... →
chrstn:
something about your thumb on my thigh makes sleep seem like a waste of time
Madeline Joy
“You think abortion is wrong? Don’t have one. I think killing people is wrong, so...”
– Sarah Jaffe (via inherhipstheresrevolutions, thischickdoesit) (via dr-grumbles) (via stfusexists) (via sneetchwithoutastar) (via clitoritastic) (via becauseiamawoman) (via thatprettyoddfeminist) (via loveyourchaos)
In Dream
blogut:
Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Give me your hand, Promise me you will come again. You and I are like high Mountains and we can’t move closer. Just send me word At midnight sometime through the stars.
Anna Akhmatova
December 2010
21 posts
“Place your hands in mine.
I’m ready to be the strength
you have waited for.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity — distance is...”
– The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams. (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
chrstn:
“Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from.”
~ Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
dec 08, Brittany Jones →
poetry365:
You don’t have to say you love me.. Say, “I’ve noticed darling, I can’t breathe if you’re not around. And I’m going to try and make this forever But, I know there are no guarantees. And I’m not sure we’ll always understand each other But, you’ll always be The first person I look for when I enter a room And I’ll always want to share my coffee with you And I promise to keep your name...
The Falling, Jane Hirshfield →
poetry365:
You turn towards meteor showers in August, wishing yourself like that: bright and burning wholly out. When feeling finally comes it is that falling, matter breaking away from air, the sound of crickets moving through the grass like fire— and the strangely twisted metal in the field that a child finds: residue, crown. Then there’s the story of the Chinese sage, in anger and despair,...
She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep, Robert... →
poetry365:
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half words whispered low: As earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.