28. dec. 2011
27. dec. 2011
Tyler Knott Gregson
I found myself
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it
too.
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it
too.
25. dec. 2011
Bright Eyes: Poison Oak
"And when I press the keys
It all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier"
It all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier"
Bright Eyes: Road To Joy
"Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!"
If I had someone else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!"
24. dec. 2011
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"I really can’t find out why it’s so hard to breathe. Maybe it’s all the running. Maybe it’s because, while everything is falling into place, it’s falling apart - all at the same time."
18. dec. 2011
14. dec. 2011
Morten Sørensen
"At være sin egen chef er ikke en god ting, hvis man ikke forstår at motivere sine ansatte."
13. dec. 2011
Bride Wars
"Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you will find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But there's also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who's been standing beside you all along."
Lauren Kate
“Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.”
9. dec. 2011
Ana Castillo
“Catch me, as if I have surely been out committing a violation against you, my sin of insisting on existing without you.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”
Bobby, age 7
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Gayle Hayes: Summer Solstice
“The best part of falling in love is the mystery and excitement of not knowing. The worst part of falling in love is the mystery and agony of not knowing.”
8. dec. 2011
Chase Brooks
“When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can’t. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it’s just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything.”
4. dec. 2011
Michael Strunge: Apati
HUN VED VIRKELIG IKKE
OM HUN SKAL RYGE DENNE CIGARET FÆRDIG
OG DERVED FORKORTE SIT LIV MED 10 MINUTTER
ELLER
KASTE DEN UD AD VINDUET
HOLDE GODT FAST I DEN ENE ENDE
OG DERVED FORKORTE DET MED 50 ÅR.
HUN KAN VIRKELIG IKKE
BESLUTTE SIG OG SKODDER CIGARETTEN PÅ ARMEN.
SÅ KAN VERDEN SE AT DEN IKKE ER ENE
OM AT PINE HENDE OG HENDES KROP
OM HUN SKAL RYGE DENNE CIGARET FÆRDIG
OG DERVED FORKORTE SIT LIV MED 10 MINUTTER
ELLER
KASTE DEN UD AD VINDUET
HOLDE GODT FAST I DEN ENE ENDE
OG DERVED FORKORTE DET MED 50 ÅR.
HUN KAN VIRKELIG IKKE
BESLUTTE SIG OG SKODDER CIGARETTEN PÅ ARMEN.
SÅ KAN VERDEN SE AT DEN IKKE ER ENE
OM AT PINE HENDE OG HENDES KROP
30. nov. 2011
Zooey Deschanel
“In an ideal world no one would talk before 10am. People would just hug, because waking up is really hard.”
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"From now on I will only reblog things that make me feel something really special. I will only post the poems that make my heart wrench, and pictures that surrounds me with longing, nostalgia and wanderlust."
Margaret Atwood: The Blind Assassin
“She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat, but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving from her own heart: a word, a word, a word.”
17. nov. 2011
Dream Lessions
"It’s far past one, and I’m just waiting to hear you laughing through the wall with someone else. I’m just waiting for this to end the same way that everything ends. I should stop drinking so much tea before bed, I should stop sleeping with my window open, maybe I should just stop sleeping at all, because when I sleep I have all those dreams where he’s smiling in my bed, and then gone, and then I wake up and can’t look at you quite the same way anymore. I write letters that I don’t send, because I’m not sure about the price of post. I wander around with black rings under my eyes, I wander around with my umbrella when I don’t think it’s going to rain. There’s a song in my head that has nothing to do with anything but love. I just wonder why it always has to be this way. I wonder why the convenience store closes at eleven, and why moods like this make me want cigarettes and the cheapest whiskey I can find. I wonder why I can’t find a lighter anywhere, why my skin is getting dry as winter closes in, why the sun sets so early in this country and why I always lose the fucking words to say when I think of him."
Sierra DeMulder: Unrequited Love Poem
"You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.
In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.
In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have every loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.
At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?
You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.
Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone."
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.
In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.
In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have every loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.
At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?
You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.
Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone."
30. okt. 2011
28. okt. 2011
John Lennon
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”
24. okt. 2011
Maya Angelou
“I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, ‘Well, if I’d known better I’d have done better,’ that’s all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, ‘I’m sorry,’ and then you say to yourself, ‘I’m sorry.’ If we all hold on to the mistake, we can’t see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can’t see what we’re capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one’s own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that’s rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don’t have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.”
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"He’s a terrible kisser, doesn’t know how to handle a girl who’s actually interested in him. He says ‘oh’ each time I kiss him, as if it comes as a huge surprise. But the kid reads poetry and listens to Bon Iver and Fleet Foxes. And he read a book I recommended. People don’t read the things I talk about. That’s got to count for something. We are going on adventures, climbing mountains, smoking cigarettes and thinking. Talking about, how school doesn’t teach you anything important. You never learn how to tell someone you love them. Or how to tell them you don’t. And when I left, I had this strange feeling in my chest. I felt like this was the first and the last time this was ever going to happen. Maybe that’s okay."
Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar
“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
Chuck Klosterman
“I wanted to write about people who were depressed, but not depressed for any kind of specific cataclysmic reason. I mean the high-school kid is kind of abstractly depressed, which I think is what a lot of people feel like. It’s not like they have anything bad about their lives. And if you were to ask them if they were depressed, they’d probably say no.”
12. okt. 2011
11. okt. 2011
John Irving
“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time — the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes — when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever — there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
Jane Austen
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
Kate Morton
“It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down…”
Charles Bukowski
“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.”
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.”
Unknown
"I believe in soul mates, but I don’t believe that everyone has one, or that everyone will find their soul mate, even if that person existed in the same historical era. I think it is possible for your soul mate to exist before or after you, and for you to find them through a book or a poem or a song."
7. okt. 2011
Hunter S. Thompson
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested.”
1. okt. 2011
Hunter S. Thompson
“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
Clay Shirky
"Creating something personal, even of moderate quality, has a different kind of appeal than consuming something made by others, even of high quality."
30. sep. 2011
27. sep. 2011
Tracy Emin
“Oh Christ, I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.”
Salvador Plascencia
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.”
21. sep. 2011
19. sep. 2011
Nicole Krauss: Great House
“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”
Neil Gaiman
“I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’"
Ajahn Sumedho
“We suffer a lot in our society from loneliness. So much of our life is an attempt to not be lonely: ‘Let’s talk to each other; Let’s do things together so we won’t be lonely.’ And yet inevitably, we are really alone in these human forms. We can pretend; We can entertain each other, but that’s about the best we can do. When it comes to the actual experience of life, we’re very much alone, and to expect anyone else to take away our loneliness is asking too much.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”
15. sep. 2011
Brian Andreas
“She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.”
Karma is only a bitch when you are
"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."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
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