An Unstoppered Reality of a disillusioned idealist

Ropes and knots and tape

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 18:14:44 -0500

Trying to make sense of what happened
So that I can connect the dry feeling in my chest to the cause
You chased me
I ran for a year
And when you caught me you asked what do you want
I looked into your eyes and told you - you
and for the first time you showed me the secrets of your soul
Your wounds and your hurt
It bound us to each other
connected by ropes and knots and tape
Because I held you while your shoulders shook
And tried to ease your pain
Now I have to put my heart back together so the ache can stop
All it needs is a safety pin and some blue tac

"She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke her fingers with my silence"

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:59:03 -0500

“She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke her fingers with my silence”

- Extremely loud and incredibly close - Jonathan Safran Foer (via printre-randuri)

"Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do..."

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:56:05 -0500

“Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.”

- Kurt Vonnegut (via fromthepoetsblackbones)

"Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary."

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:55:07 -0500

“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.”

- Oscar Wilde (via wasanyoneever)

cupids-painted-blind: John Green and David Levithan, Will...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:52:50 -0500

cupids-painted-blind:

John Green and David Levithan, Will Grayson by ferula- on Flickr.

"There are admirable potentialities in every human being. Believe in your strength and your youth...."

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:52:18 -0500

“There are admirable potentialities in every human being. Believe in your strength and your youth. Learn to repeat endlessly to yourself, ‘It all depends on me.’”

- Andre Gide (1869 - 1951)

"‘Sometimes,’ he sighed, ‘I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.’"

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:49:16 -0500

“‘Sometimes,’ he sighed, ‘I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.’”

- Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via larmoyante)

Ned Hepburn: "This Is Water", by David Foster Wallace.

Sun, 20 May 2012 19:25:22 -0400

Ned Hepburn: "This Is Water", by David Foster Wallace.:

There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is…

Empty

Sun, 20 May 2012 18:46:11 -0400

I laid the foundations of my soul in the whims of his fancy
He would love me when the tide came in
But he’d be on my mind forever
Ambivalence in the bright light of morning
After Everything I was I poured into him
Spilled out my contents
An empty bag of sugar
Deflated pair of lungs
I gave him my purpose and made him my purpose
Let’s kiss
When he gave me half a chance I never stopped
Lately I just haven’t been myself at all

aseaofquotes: Aidan Chambers, This is All

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 05:47:14 -0400

aseaofquotes:

Aidan Chambers, This is All

"I felt happy — or some weak, pretty feeling centered in my stomach, brought on by beer — at the..."

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 05:44:35 -0400

““I felt happy — or some weak, pretty feeling centered in my stomach, brought on by beer — at the sight of the fading blue sky tormented at its edges with heat lightning, and at the crickets and the shouting over the water, and by Jackie Wilson on the radio, but it was a happiness so like sadness that the next moment I hung my head.””

- Art Bechstein (Michael Chabon - The Mysteries of Pittsburgh)

human nature

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 21:46:51 -0400

It so much easier to pretend

To hide behind the person you’re alright with being identified as

The truth makes you naked

We wear clothes

Put on makeup

And generally act as better versions than our reality in order to achieve this physically

But emotionally

We lie

We misrepresent

And we go to great lengths to maintain the facade

Is it because we’re afraid of our reality

Do we not feel its good enough?

Or is it something deeper

That to be naked

To be so real

that there’s nothing to be seen but you

Is the most terrifying thing in the world?

Truth

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 21:33:14 -0400

thediaryofawriterr:

Truth exists between
The bones of a butterfly
And our hands are too big
With the dirt of shameless lies
To find it settled
In the beauty of their wings.

"There is nothing else for me but me Why couldn’t you respect that"

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 21:29:16 -0400

“There is nothing else for me but me
Why couldn’t you respect that”

LIFE

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 21:24:00 -0400

Life is so beautiful

There are so many things to do

And see

And be

And feel

It’s a wonder that someone can live their entire life in a bubble

Without really living for any of it

That doesn’t mean be reckless

Take crazy chances

And not care about the issues of tomorrow

Because tomorrow is a real concern

Rather it means don’t go through life with the blinds up

Let your mind be free to appreciate the scenery of the everyday

Mindset is everything

You experience things through the filter of your consciousness

Make sure it’s a clean filter

Clean enough to let the beauty in…

Because really there’s so much beauty

garptwo: “Poetry is an attempt to kiss the soul without fully...

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 21:12:19 -0400

garptwo:

“Poetry is an attempt to kiss the soul without fully understanding the nature of its existence. It is an act of faith and the expression of an unspoken promise.”

"Cheating is easy. There’s no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in..."

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 21:09:47 -0400

“Cheating is easy. There’s no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there’s nothing there.”

- Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via helplesslyamazed)

"Who was it that took away my voice? The black wound he left in my throat Can’t even cry."

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 19:13:27 -0400

“Who was it that took away my voice?
The black wound he left in my throat
Can’t even cry.”

- Bella Akhmadulina, from “Silence” (translated by Daniel Halpern) (via ekphora)

"There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something..."

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 19:11:26 -0400

“There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.”

- Lemony Snicket (via venebelle)

typewrittenword: submission from myplanbisbiscuits

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 19:08:41 -0400

typewrittenword:

submission from myplanbisbiscuits