January 2012
80 posts
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“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– everything is illuminated (via theartofhiding)
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swimming in this Ocean
it’s just mine, thoughts big
enough to drown in, But no
Time.
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“The poet is a man who feigns
And feigns so thoroughly, at last
He manages to...”
– Fernando Pessoa, from “Autopsychography,” trans. Edouardo Roditi (via proustitute)
broke
pinksubmergence:
I revered him,
and strangely enough,
loved him almost impiously.
I loved him to a degree
he did not deserve, at a cost
I could not afford.
“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.”
– Deepak Chopra (via windowshade)
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unclothed
pinksubmergence:
with you I am an effulgent sea
bright and splendid in nakedness
I cover not my scars
and I fear no disgust
there is only love
there is only lust
gauzy sheets are unnecessary
look at me.
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“We are none of us one thing alone and unchanging.”
– Kate Elliott, from Cold Magic (via aubade)
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you...”
– White Oleander by Janet Fitch. (via mllekeri)
“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are...”
– Anneli Rufus (via aubades)
“Just because today is a terrible day doesn’t mean tomorrow might not be the best...”
– Pete Wentz (via a-recovered-life)
pinksubmergence:
If he is to be loved, he must speak kindly and with ease towards those I already love.
“Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of...”
– Rachel Naomi Remen (via insight-inspiration
)
Unpolished: xanax →
pinksubmergence:
my victories are minor
my sorrows profound
how does one write a story
when no stories abound
I have felt many things
yet many still remain
to be touched and felt
to be roughed and strained shall I feed my follies
or spit my naivety
does my penchant for wit
reveal my old mystery
is a…
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Hell is empty, and all the devils are here
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Don't wait until you've reached a goal to be proud...
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
– Sylvia Plath (via doyourememberpassion)
Libraryland: "Safe Sex" by Donald Hall →
libraryland:
If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident
they will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words; if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desire
only the tribute of another’s cry; if they employ each other as revenge on old lovers or families of entitlement and...
a poem.
pulsifers:
i like tv.
and, on occasion,
people.
fictional. people.
who are on
tv.
