“He Calls You His Favorite Song, But Darling, Hasn’t Your Mother Told You That Nobody Listens To

“He calls you his favorite song, but darling, hasn’t your mother told you that nobody listens to the same song forever.”

— catharticwriter (via wnq-writers)

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“All I Wanted Was To Live A Life Where I Could Be Me, And Be Okay With That. I Had No Need For Material

“All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.”    ―Charlotte Eriksson,Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps    

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"I rather like to be slugged, to walk away from the poem with old wounds reopened.... let the poem bruise me."

- Anne Sexton

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wish my life was like a 90's movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit

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“and kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea i shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud.”

“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And
“and Kneeling At The Edge Of The Transparent Sea I Shall Shape For Myself A New Heart From Salt And

“i have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that i am and then sink back into the ocean.”

THE SEA AS A PLACE OF BEGINNING AND ENDING

anne carson | geyser, mitski | rafael campo | ilya glazunov | slothrust | @ mild.moon on instagram | fernand braudel | bertil nilsson | a metamorfose dos pássaros (catarina vasconcelos, 2020) | fiona apple

3 years ago

“Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.”

— Khalil Gibran (via wordsnquotes)

3 years ago

And he'll return to me, aching to be hold, aching to be loved.

(excerpts from the long lost lover)/siyah

3 years ago

“He placed his mouth on her throat, kissing the words she could not utter. He seemed to divine where she wanted a kiss to fall next, what part of her body demanded to be warmed.”

“He Placed His Mouth On Her Throat, Kissing The Words She Could Not Utter. He Seemed To Divine Where
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