Darkling I Listen

“The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy.”

https://twitter.com/albatrosslove72/status/522141263974645760?s=09

Check out @albatrosslove72’s Tweet:

stevenisthatbitch:

Couldn’t resist. 

stevenisthatbitch:

Couldn’t resist. 

Fables

everythingyousayis-fire:

I like not getting what I want, says the wind.

Then why do you moan through me? asks the tree.

The wind answers with a moan.

A woman is dancing on her porch, she is swaying.

Go after her, say the stars.

She is too good for us, says the tree, we are too old for her eyes.

lose and loose.

everythingyousayis-fire:

i said i miss you i said.

say you miss me because i have thought of you every time

i have thought of me.

my need is sweeter than the truth

but it doesn’t lessen the pain of not feeling

you,

in me.

you and me.

and the day grows hairs and you lose yours

and i am swollenly empty.

Ghost.

everythingyousayis-fire:

It gets hardest at six in the morning

when the birds talk, reminding me

that you won’t.

There are many words in books that I push past,

push against, convincing myself

that I’ve hurt you.

I want to hurt you.

I want to punch your shoulder,

to bite your hip…

“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”

—   James Joyce (via observando)

“Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.”

—   Helen Rowland (via observando)

“that corpse you planted last year in your garden,
has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?
or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?”

—   T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via xiolet)

(Source: beryl-azure, via bookwormbysshe)