Artists and poets are the raw nerve ends of humanity. By themselves they can do...– Anonymous. Inscription on a headstone in Green River Cemetery, Springs NY where Jackson Pollock, Elaine de Kooning, and other artists are buried. (via musiquevisuelle)
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in...– Anonymous (via cordisre)
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.– Albert Einstein (via im1004)
I feel like I should be writing more, a lot more. But I simply can’t get in the right mood here.
The reason you can’t lose weight later on in life is simple enough. It’s...– Alberto Ríos, from “Some Extensions on the Sovereignty of Science” (via proustitute)
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That’s how I hold your voice.– Rumi, from “Buoyancy” in The Essential Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks (via proustitute)
Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time. Plans that either...– Pink Floyd
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.– Djuna Barnes, Nightwood (via confusionis)
I’m not here This isn’t happening– Radiohead
We live on front porches and swing life away We get by just fine here on...– Rise Against
Tonight, while walking to the car, I said your name to the evening star,...– C. Dale Young, from “Night Air” (via proustitute)
To tell you the truth, in my work, love is always in opposition to the elements....– Krzysztof Kieślowski (source; adapted from skibinskipedia)
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is...– Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (via bibliophile78)
For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And...– Virginia Woolf,To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Life, the same authorities have decided, has nothing whatever to do with sitting...– Virginia Woolf,Orlando. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Downtown LA’s theme song: Money - Pink Floyd
My first day at work down here in LA. Got up, got ready, bought my McDonald’s Iced Mocha, and waiting on my dad to carpool to down town. I am surprised at how hot it is this early in the morning. Ah, good old hot dirty Los Angeles.
Tell them you love them. Don’t let go.– No-Man
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.– Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via crashinglybeautiful)
Books: the treasured life-blood of immortal spirits. Poets; the legislators of...– Virginia Woolf,Between The Acts. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.– Orlando by Virginia Woolf (via mykeenknife)
And suddenly you know: that was enough. You rise and there appears before you...– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Remembering” (adapted from redcolobus)
All I ask is to be left alone to moulder away in solitude. It’s obvious that the...– Virginia Woolf,The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
The days recede into an infinitesimal crevice, converging on the terrible present. An unimaginable pressure here in my head. Ah, family, the original, quintessential form of slavery; I’ll see you in hell. Here I cry, the freak who looked beyond. These unspoken words will kill us one day. So what’s the problem?
I’d forgotten the power of Silent Lucidity - Queensryche. Simply beautiful.
On my bed at night there is a copy of Shakespeare, a copy of Chaucer, an...– Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Ottoline Morrell, May 1921 (source; via katherine-mansfield)
What can words do but link what we know to what we don’t, and so form a...– Mark Doty, from “Difference” (via ahuntersheart)
I haven’t been inspired to write a poem lately. Woe.
You must believe: a poem is a holy thing — a good poem, that is.– Theodore Roethke, from On Poetry and Craft (via proustitute)
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.– Arthur Rimbaud thanks to liquidnight (via billyjane)
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me,...– Jean Cocteau (via billyjane)
How can you know that you’re still afloat?
All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be– Pink Floyd
Money, it’s a hit. And don’t give me that do goody good bullshit.– Pink Floyd
‘Perhaps’ she said ‘you don’t care for beauty’ But the root of things, what...– Virginia Woolf,The Man Who Loved His Kind. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our...– Virginia Woolf (via awritersruminations)
Vanessa sat silent and did something mysterious with her needle or her scissors....– Virginia Woolf, from “Old Bloomsbury,” c. 1921-22 (via proustitute)
My first Saturday night in downtown LA since getting back from SC. Feels weird.
Nothing is lonelier than what’s human.– Alice Fulton, from “Aviation” (via awritersruminations)
All we are is dust in the wind
To change your language you must change your life.– Derek Walcott, from “Cordicil” (adapted from watercolournights)