April 2011
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)
“A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and...”
– L. P. Jacks (via yesiac)
“The memory of you emerges from the night around me”
– Pablo Neruda, ‘A Song of Despair’ (via quote-book)
can i just say
charlie-francis:
DEAR RAPE VICTIMS,
CONTRARY TO THE INCESSANT AND INANE RAMBLINGS OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED WHAT YOU’VE GONE THROUGH AND THEREFORE COULD POSSIBLY NEVER UNDERSTAND YOUR SITUATION
YOU DID NOTHING TO DESERVE BEING RAPED
NOTHING
LOVE, EVERY LOGICAL HUMAN BEING IN EXISTENCE
“People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why...”
– Shapes by Emmanuel (via katelizabeth)
dondante:
and I’ve begun (as a reaction to a feeling) to balance the pleasure of loneliness against the pain of loving you
-Nikki Giovanni
aimonomia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. fear that learning the name of something—a bird, a constellation, an attractive stranger—will somehow ruin it, transforming a lucky discovery into a conceptual husk pinned in a glass case, which leaves one less mystery to flutter around your head, trying to get in.
“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”
– E. E. Cummings (via jesuisperdu)
