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a tender rearrangement of what is missing: I was in love with a writer once. I used to lie on the carpet in a...
I was in love with a writer once. I used to lie on the carpet in a bedroom and watch him sleep. His sheets tinged with ink stains, were gathering and collecting around his limbs. Cradling his heels and creasing his pointy elbows and folding around the socket of knees. I loved the way he fell…
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a tender rearrangement of what is missing: 15
Maybe this is why we write.
To turn down the knob on our old kitchen stove,
before the metallic pot clatters,
the boiling water bubbling over,
a sea of foam leaving blisters on our fingers.It’s been a year today since I’ve kissed you,
since we were sitting three centimetres
from each…shit. amazing
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We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook” (via slothstyle)Posted on May 31, 2012 via hangin' 'round with 9 notes
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joan didion & vanessa redgrave
discuss “the year of magical thinking” on bway
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Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.
Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking (via livianavivienne)Posted on May 31, 2012 via To Every Thing There Is A Season with 1 note
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clouds
nose in a book, the book giving me chest pains but the same one i insist on reading through the post-appointment blurry eyes of an optometrist’s visit. nose in a book rushing home in the moments before twilight when - eyes to the sky for a moment and i cannot help but stop. layers of clouds, dimensional so like the trompe l’oeil of renaissance ceiling paintings - gray storm clouds over pale blue sky underneath, so perfect in perspective i can almost see the ring of angels peering down from the fluff. “low battery” flashing on my camera phone and so no means to capture it - besides this.. what i should have reached for before the gadget - pen and folded paper, crouched against the fence of my high school football field, pressing hard against madame didion’s “year of magical thinking.” in my own memories of the emergency room, of the great divide, of loss, and change, and goodbyes - i did not want to bear another moment to pass in which “i had not sufficiently appreciated it.” 5.29.12
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(via booksandahotbeverage)
Posted on May 31, 2012 via There Is No Friend As Loyal As a Book with 660 notes
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Archival
With pens we render
our fervent hopes,
our fetid fears,
our festering needs;
those that so freely
bleed from us when
no one else can see.
Here, we place them, gently,
for those who might
choose to read.Posted on May 31, 2012 via Secreted Sins with 64 notes
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Posted on May 31, 2012 via Secreted Sins with 134 notes
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dontbesad by bobeddings on Flickr.
Posted on May 31, 2012 via once wild with 10 notes
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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
Charles Bukowski (via atomiclanterns) -
Amur Leopard, Kaila (by Milan Vorisek)
Posted on May 30, 2012 via pleuvoir with 567 notes
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To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.Posted on May 30, 2012 via A la recherche du temps perdu with 1,545 notes
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(via dollydahl)
Posted on May 30, 2012 via space is the place with 1,231 notes
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Sunshine On My Mind (by amamak photography!)
Posted on May 30, 2012 via pleuvoir with 470 notes
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wild hearts can't be broken.
'you must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. that is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.' - krishnamurti
my name is audrey. writer/editor, poet, singer, dreamer. lifelong supporter of the arts. i live by: burn bright, never regret it. i aspire to: listen to my heart, inhabit the present moment, and commune with the soul of the world. maktub: it is written.
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