February 2012
17 posts
This morning, with her, having coffee.
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. + (via moonandmoon)
Even if I now saw you
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,...
– Izumi Shikibu (via fleurishes)
Honestly, I don’t think I’m cut out for this.
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via nirvikalpa)
I am all my flaws,
mistakes, heartbreaks and failures.
Do you love me still?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
11. Stop being idle.
– Don’t think too much or you’ll create a problem that wasn’t even there in the first place. Evaluate situations and take decisive action. You cannot change what you refuse to confront. Making progress involves risk. Period! You can’t make it to second base with your foot on first.
He is exactly
the poem
I wanted to write.
– Mary Oliver, White Heron Rises Over Blackwater (via lavandula)
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Last night I dreamt of a boy. We were classmates during university and we’re still acquaintances, five years later. In this dream we somehow arrived at the idea that we wanted one another. Just from holding hands, walking in the snow. I felt this uncomplicated, loving intimacy between us. But he (in my dream and in real life) is married. And that was the trouble. We just wanted to be...
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If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the...
– Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas (via lydianea)
Why did he write to her,
“I can’t live without you”?
And why did she write to...
– Carl Sandburg (via mocasia)
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The whole life is a succession of dreams. My ambition is to be a conscious...
– Swami Vivekananda (via lucifelle)
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via spindling)
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not...
– Samuel Beckett, from “Cascando” (adapted from sharingpoetry)
(via awritersruminations)
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it...
– Catherine Breillat (via halfstrippedtrees)