Rilke (via katisque)
Some mornings things hit you right in the gut. Thank you, Rilke. Ever truthful.
(Source: seabois, via passionately--curious)
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via imfantasyparade)
favorite
(Source: quote-book)
“You Will Hear Thunder” by Anna Akhmatova
submission from charlie-dontsurf
(via passionately--curious)
I own all of your music now, so you’re with me everywhere I go.
You’re still going to play for me every time we’re near a guitar.
I love you, wholly, largely, forever.
And ever.
At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.
At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee.
At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold.
I finish your leftover half.
By 10:50 you are already breathless.
I live for every time we overlap.
When 11:55 comes I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay.
You never do.
By noon I put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby,
you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”
At 1:05 you tell me that while you were gone,
15,300 babies were born.
At 2:10 you don’t say a word,
just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight.
At 3:15 we sit quiet, listening to rain falling everywhere
in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.
At 4:20 we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear.
You do not inhale.
At 5:25 you meet me for happy hour.
My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth,
a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.
At 6:30 I hear the ticking.
I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps.
By 7:35 I can see you in the distance,
each second a tease until you drape over me.
We always love quick and you never let me hold you.
I dream of drinking you through a straw.
At 8:40 you watch my beard grow 0.00027 of an inch.
At 9:45 we do not speak.
Too many people have died since we last met.
At 10:50 we pray for a meteor,
at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.
11:55 is my favorite.
We’re only apart for mere minutes.
But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times
because it will always be like this.
At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping.
It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.
(via jesserubenmusic)
| Interviewer: | What piece of advice would you give to Stephen Fry, aged 10. |
| Stephen Fry: | You're not alone. Everything you feel is fine. Only feel guilty about things you have done that are mean and cheap and unkind. Don't feel guilty about what you feel, no matter what the world might think. Everyone is scared inside, not just you. That's why reading is so good. Keep doing it. Writers are people brave enough to make you feel better about being human because they're not afraid to reveal their own frailties, weaknesses, desires, failures, and appetites. |
(Source: atomiclanterns, via passionately--curious)
I recently read The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides (Virgin Suicides, Middlesex), and almost from the moment I opened it I wanted to crawl in and wrap myself in the pages. I found these notes while cleaning today. So beautiful I had to write them down myself.
“There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.” Re: Tolstoy’s A Confession
“”Every letter was a love letter”
“Mightn’t the truth be perceived through an organ other than the brain, and wasn’t that what faith was all about? …
Mitchell closed his eyes, kneeling on the Acropolis.
He was aware inside himself of an infinite sadness.
Kiss me I’m dying.”