January 2012
December 2011
You’ve a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go....
– Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman (via thechocolatebrigade)
I am the outskirts of a nonexistent town, a prolix commentary on an unwritten...
– Fernando Pessoa (via nimueve)
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without...
– Franz Kafka (via blua)
The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a...
– Alan Bennett (via pavorst)
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my...
– Charles Bukowski (via excoriated)
Knowing would be an absolutely useless process if something complete were...
– Rudolph Steiner, from Goethean Science (via supertask)
There are two silences. One when no word is spoken. The other when perhaps a...
– Harold Pinter (via aninsufferableknowitall)
You do not become an important philosopher by generating the most “knockdown...
– Graham Harman. Gurrrrrl, I am crushing. For brains. (via teethoftooth)
In this love, you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.
– Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via depressionparty)
To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write...
– Gertrude Stein (via fonsecadelsur)
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I feel the change. The deteriorating of morals, the fading of principles, the decay of personality. The what was, the what will be and who am I. All of that has been meshed together, imploded and disintegrated. Everything goes right through, in one end, out the other. No roots, flung into whichever wind fancies. The mind no longer a mighty citadel, but a lowly brothel, with doors wide open for any...
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to...
– Charles Bukowski (via tillthemusicends)
…and the girls now gone who once claimed your substance hang like broken shades...
– Evening class, 20 years later by Charles Bukowski (via sarahhpie)
New Year’s Eve always terrifies
me
life knows nothing of years.
– Charles Bukowski (via thekeyofhappy)
‘This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only a very few people take...
– The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (via redlikerreip)
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to...
– Celia Bown (The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern)
Devil cracked the earthly shell, foretold she was...
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle...
– Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Burning the Old Year” (via proustitute)
How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by...
– An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (via thechocolatebrigade)
Call me what you wish
and no matter what that is
I will call you home.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
There must be some mistake
I didn’t mean to let
Them take away my soul...
we have wasted
our chances,
we have strangled
our own hearts.
– Charles Bukowski (via nyx-nb)
Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my...
– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen (via awritersruminations)
While I prefer a female unicorn deity to a gaseous alpha male vertebrate of...
– Master Warjomaa (via crippling-body)
I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just...
– Bukowski, Pulp. (via various-vacuousventings)
It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can...
– A Room With a View by E.M. Forster (via thechocolatebrigade)
Everyone carries a shadow…and the less it is embodied in the individual’s...
– Carl Gustav Jung (via human-voices)
Books. People have no idea how beautiful books are. How they taste on your...
– (Rachel Kadish - Tolstoy Lied: A Love Story)