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
