December 2009
“The heart was made to be broken.”
– Oscar Wilde (via milktrees)
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Death may come, invisible Or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments To the vengeance of the sea Everything is eclipsed By the shape of destiny So love me now Hell is coming Just kiss my mouth Hell is here Little soldier, little insect You know war, it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or just as happily in...
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I think yes.
1) Not honoring your privacy. If something is in a drawer, it’s in a drawer out from public display. Someone having no business in that drawer may be drawn to explore its contents. Beware of the signs of an emotionally abusive relationship. 2) Not respecting your boundaries. If you say “no,” will it be the end of discussion or beginning of a negotiation? When “no”...
“How we need another soul to cling to.”
– Sylvia Plath (via milktrees)
“the world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”
– ee cummings (via measart) (via crashinglybeautiful)
I could spend hours reading this man’s poetry. I love you, E.E Cummings.
“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and...”
– “The Bell Jar” Sylvia Plath (via milktrees)
Dammit, Sylvia. How do you do it?
goodolddays:
idlewildsouth:
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my...
littlehellion:
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
crashinglybeautiful:
The Doors - People Are...
fuck my face, fuck my name
they are brief and false advertisements.
“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of...”
– Sylvia Plath (via lovelybluepony) (via milktrees)
This love This love is a strange love A faded kind of mellow
This love.
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“The night broke. The thunder cracked my brain finally. The rain is coming, I...”
– “Wasteland” by Francesca Lia Block (via milktrees)
This book is pure love. FLB is pureeee loveeee <3
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You know the day destroys the night Night divides the day Tried to run Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
“There are people who deserve you and people who don’t. If you have someone in...”
– (via brookeelisedavey) (via laurandlime)
