July 20, 2012


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July 2, 2012


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June 24, 2012


oh, how your beautiful words charm me <3


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June 23, 2012


I posted this once before, but it’s the most painfully beautiful piece that I know of

Gustav Mahler wrote this piece for his lover, also a musician. His proposal for marriage was giving her the score to this piece. The music made his message clear, and she understood.


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June 20, 2012


In true love the smallest distance is too great, yet the greatest distance can be bridged

hans nouwens

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June 13, 2012


after years of finding people, caring about people, then a month or two later feeling like something about them, or you, or you and them, was intrinsically wrong, or strange, or unright, or empty, or something

you start to believe that love is a momentary thing and that maybe it doesn’t actually exist in the way that you once thought it did

….and then you meet somebody who proves you wrong in the best way possible.

and you realize that you just didn’t find the right person yet.


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May 29, 2012


Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love,

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Pablo Neruda

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May 26, 2012


Sonnet LXXXI

And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

pablo neruda

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May 2, 2012


The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

rumi

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April 30, 2012


I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

T.S. Elliot

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April 14, 2012


it is truly the discovery of a new hemisphere in a person’s life when he falls seriously in love

vincent van gogh

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April 11, 2012


(Source: dear-jay, via heartfucksmouth)

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repeat from DearJay,

April 7, 2012


An insatiable thirst for punctuation

Some kind of craftsman is working at his bench
Peeling ribbons of soft wood under a dim lamp
He watches the growing pile of discarded strips.

The timecard is now an electronic monitor
An old woman at the factory wishes 
That it were instead a thick piece of yellowing cardstock
So that she could use a hole punch.

Somebody’s daughter is dancing naked in the yard
A business man drives by and hopes that somebody will photograph her.
He is remembering the blush on his lover’s face
When he first saw the photo of her and her sisters
Flat chested, unclothed, and splashing together in the bath.

The waitress from town has left for school.
Somebody there is brushing the hair away from her eyes
And wondering whether or not it is a good moment to kiss her.
Meanwhile there is a young man sitting in his regular spot in her diner
Wondering if her eyes really were the color of the winter grass
He is contemplating joining the army.

A wiry beggar is sitting outside of a convenience store
He asks for a cigarette and gets not even a sideward glance
Later he asks a thin, young thing for a few dollars
Once she is gone he goes inside to buy a pack
And smokes them immediately.

There is a funeral processional going through town.
There is a woman at the end driving with clenched hands
She feels guilty because of her anger
But the traffic is making her late for work.

You may now kiss the bride.
And he does.
The older women are crying.

Without any of these things
It seems we would be left with nothing,

but an insatiable thirst for punctuation.


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April 4, 2012


this is how I feel today :)


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March 30, 2012


somewhere i have never traveled, gladly


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

e.e. cummings


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