watson. i'm holmes.
15 October 2014 @ 11:19 PM
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#words
"

The houses
Are more bare
And nothing
Dims the hills.

October
Comes and goes
And in the moonlight
I wait for winter.

The silence
Is like moonlight
In one thing:
That it hides nothing.

"
Yvor Winters, “October,” American Poetry: The Twentieth Century, Volume Two (The Library of America, 2000)

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6 days ago via balphesian (originally apoetreflects)
9 October 2014 @ 7:29 PM
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#words
#books
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via morgoths)

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1 week ago via oryxs (originally hourae)
7 September 2014 @ 10:49 AM
"Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer,
and I am dark;
I am forest."

Rainer Maria Rilke,from Rilke’s Book of Hours, I, 45.

(via palomarosejimenez)

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1 month ago via rachmaninoffs (originally rabbitinthemoon)
4 September 2014 @ 6:47 PM

bashermoriarty:

I think to see you saying that is really, really beautiful and I can only say to you: I empathise with you and I know the feeling of terror but if you are authenticly yourself, then you can give to the world and you can not think about it so much anymore and when you clear that space, ‘cause you don’t have to think about it anymore because everybody knows who you are, that allows you to be kind and to look out rather than look into yourself and then it really will be a gift rather than a burden.

Pride Q&A: Andrew Scott about sexuality

1 month ago via iadler (originally bashermoriarty)
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 month 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

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

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— Pablo Neruda

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

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— Jack London

2 months 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)

2 months 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)

2 months ago via thecityofpaper (originally afadthatlastsforever)