February 2012
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No one should ask the other “What were you thinking?”
No one, that is, who doesn’t want to hear about the past
and its inhabitants, or the strange loneliness of the present
filled, even as it may be, with pleasure, or those snapshots
of the future, different heads on different bodies.
Some people actually desire honesty. They must never have broken
into their own solitary houses after having...
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When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams.
That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships.
I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you.
Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing...
the song that will climb up my throat and ruin me...
dryheave:
Radiohead-Nude
“When my body had forgotten its purpose, when it just hung off my brainstem like whipped mule. When my hands only wrote. When my mouth only ate. When my ass sat, my eyes read, when my reflexes were answers to questions we all already knew. Remember how it was then that you slid your hand into me, a fork in the electric toaster of my body. Jesus, where did all these sparks come from? Where...
FEELING PRETTY GREAT ABOUT THINGS RIGHT NOW AT THIS MOMENT.
so, this is possibly the greatest blog ever. dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
Trumspringa n. the temptation to step off your career track and become a shepherd in the mountains, following your flock between pastures with a sheepdog and a rifle, watching storms at dusk from the doorway of a small cabin, just the kind of hypnotic diversion that allows your thoughts to make a break for it and wander...
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
xeno n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
— Tom Waits (via honeychurch)
“Those who don’t like it say it’s just a mutant violin that’s been kicked out of the chorus. Not so. The cello has many secrets, but it never sobs, just sings in its low voice. Not everything turns into song though. Sometimes you catch a murmur or a whisper: I’m lonely, I can’t sleep.” - Adam Zagajewski, Cello (via grammatolatry)
