June 2013
2 posts
May 2013
8 posts
“We become blunt and callous and blissfully passive as each day adds another drop to the stagnant well of our years.”
—Sylvia Plath
“this is my suicide dress,” she told him
“I only wear it on days
when I’m afraid
I might kill myself
if I don’t wear it”
“you’ve been wearing it
every day since we met”
he said
April 2013
9 posts
“The Portuguese call it ‘saudade’: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land - all things born of the soul that can only be felt”
—Anthony De Sa
“
let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise — let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go — the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers — you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go — the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things — let all go
dear
so comes love
“Her philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.”
—Fight Club
“i have never been more than a dream
and the dreamer
is awake” —Nirmala
and the dreamer
is awake” —Nirmala
March 2013
6 posts
“Only the dead stay seventeen forever.”
—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
