watson. i'm holmes.
24 August 2014 @ 8:50 PM
"Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
something that forgets what his hands are for when they
aren’t shaking.
He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen
because you had him first, and you would let the world
break its own neck if it means keeping him.
Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
pretending to understand.
Repeat to yourself
“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”
until you fall asleep and dream of the place
where nothing is red.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.
Here are your upturned hands.
Give them to him and watch how he prays
like he is learning his first words.
Start by pulling him out of another fire,
and putting him back together with the pieces
you find on the floor.
There is so much to forgive, but you do not
know how to forget.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.
Here is your humble offering,
obliterated and broken in the mouth
of this abandoned church.
He has come back to stop the world
from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do,
so you won’t let him.
Tell him that you will never know any better.
Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough."
Caitlyn Siehl, "Start Here" (via alonesomes)
1 week ago via jebiwonkenobi (originally alonesomes)
22 August 2014 @ 4:00 PM
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Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

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Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

1 week ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
21 August 2014 @ 8:00 AM
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— Pablo Neruda

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— Pablo Neruda

1 week ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
14 August 2014 @ 4:00 PM
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— Jack London

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— Jack London

2 weeks ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
6 August 2014 @ 4:00 PM
"You weren’t the first page of
My book, But since coming
Into it, I’d be damned if you
Weren’t on every page, In
Every sentence, Until the very
Last word."
— Gabriel Kawczynski (via cemetery)

(Source: thewordsyouhear)

3 weeks ago via when-it-rains-it-snows (originally thewordsyouhear)
5 August 2014 @ 4:01 PM
"I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
of clothing
or only our skin–
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin."
Beau Taplin, "A Goodnight"  (via forever-and-alwayss)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)

4 weeks ago via thecityofpaper (originally afadthatlastsforever)
5 August 2014 @ 8:00 AM
tags:
#words
"Love is madness,” I say. “Doesn’t everyone agree that you’d do anything, endure anything, to be with the ones you love? So either you’re willing to let them use you with any sort of cruelty, so long as they keep you— which makes you a fool— or you’re willing to commit any cruelty, so long as you get to keep them— which makes you a monster. Either way, it’s madness."
— Rosamund Hodge, Gilded Ashes (via mashamorevna)
4 weeks ago via queencersei (originally mashamorevna)
4 August 2014 @ 8:00 AM
"I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everybody else forgets."
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore 

(Source: atticusknowsbest)

4 weeks ago via iadler (originally atticusknowsbest)
25 July 2014 @ 7:12 PM
tags:
#words
"

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

"
there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
1 month ago via when-it-rains-it-snows (originally anoraborealis)
24 July 2014 @ 7:12 PM
"You’d destroy me, and I’d let you."
7 Word Poem  (via iadler)
1 month ago via mechromanced (originally incoloure)