watson. i'm holmes.
25 July 2014 @ 7:12 PM
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"

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)
6 days 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 week ago via mechromanced (originally incoloure)
24 July 2014 @ 4:48 AM
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#words
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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

1 week ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
20 July 2014 @ 7:02 PM
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Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

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Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

1 week ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
20 July 2014 @ 9:36 AM
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"I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages."
1 week ago via unbeyachted (originally befitzgeraldwriting)
20 July 2014 @ 4:48 AM
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— Rainer Maria Rilke

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— Rainer Maria Rilke

1 week ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
16 July 2014 @ 4:48 AM
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"I survived, but it’s not a happy ending."
— Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via brivid)

(Source: observando)

2 weeks ago via queencersei (originally observando)
15 July 2014 @ 2:24 PM
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Marina Tsvetaeva, “Poems for Blok”

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Marina Tsvetaeva, “Poems for Blok”

2 weeks ago via aseaofquotes (originally aseaofquotes)
4 July 2014 @ 11:20 PM

elusivelyshani:

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,…
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America

3 weeks ago via racialicious (originally elusivelyshani)
8 May 2014 @ 9:53 PM
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"here lies the gift of bilingualism:
you will always know
at least two ways to
destroy someone."
2 months ago via jebiwonkenobi (originally basicaquatics)