Someone once told me that love is winning the lottery but losing the ticket.– Gregory Sherl, excerpt from What Happened With the Last One (via grammatolatry)
desperatelyquiet asked: Y U PEACIN?!
How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers,...– Sharon Olds, Sex Without Love (via grammatolatry)
Letter to the Plumber There are artichokes in my kitchen that have been pried apart, their hearts sliced clean, their petals strewn across the floor. The storm left me in a pile of eggshells scattered along the counter top, in the trail of blood oranges smeared against the linoleum. Forgive me, for the mess I can’t repair, I’ve spent days not knowing where to begin. Each morning the...
If a man once loved you, he’s turned you into a moth. That’s how he’ll...– Olena Kalytiak Davis, Angels and Moths (via grammatolatry, rosiee)
THE FIRST STRAW; jefferey mcdaniel I used to think love was two people sucking on the same straw to see whose thirst was stronger, but then I whiffed the crushed walnuts of your nape, traced jackals in the snow-covered tombstones of your teeth. I used to think love was a non-stop saxophone solo in the lungs, till I hung with you like a pair of sneakers from a phone line, and you promised to...
is to place a hand on another’s chest and know that the heart only beats ...– Ocean Vuong, To Love Well (via grammatolatry)
I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that...– Amber Morley (via infinitebutterflies) (via everythinglovely, iamonlyamaid)
Everything Lovely.: Date a girl who doesn't read. →
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night...
A MYTH OF DEVOTION; louise glück When Hades decided he loved this girl he built for her a duplicate of earth, everything the same, down to the meadow, but with a bed added. Everything the same, including sunlight, because it would be hard on a young girl to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night, first as the shadows of fluttering...
the prof told us on the first day that archaeology majors dont become Lara Croft...– Cheryl Seah, you crazy girl
Columbia makes me want to die sometimes, just because death would be less painful than reading about death. I started this year off wanting comfort and simplicity, and doing away with the bad stuff that did me in last semester. The year hasn’t been far off track up to now, but whether it’s the sophomore slump or post freshman year nostalgia, I’ve found myself yearning for more...
Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.– Emily Dickinson
"that feeling" published in the October issue of... →