February 2011
48 posts
Getting older
It’s funny, I’ve never felt like I’ve really aged until recently. It’s funny how you age, each day, each year, and it happens in such a way that you never end up really feeling noticeably older. And I’m still far from feeling, or even being, ”old” but I do feel wiser and it’s nice. I was thinking about a problem the other day, and I was able to...
January 2011
91 posts
“If you always keep trying you’ll never truly be defeated.”
Capsule
dearoldlove:
Trying to bury all these feelings I have for you…I’m still hoping this is more of a time capsule than a funeral.
I Don't Wanna Go To...
dearoldlove:
Do I need social media rehab to get over you?
“The faster we live, the less emotion is left in the world. The slower we live,...”
– Stanko Abadžic (via hit-or-miss)
“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and...”
– Veronica A. Shoffstall (via quote-book)
This is actuslly a poem which I’m pretty sure I’ve already posted, but will reblog again because it’s one of my favourites!
“I’m tired. Cynical and broken, but wiser.”
– ‘Slow Descent’ excerpt by Straylight Run
“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. So hit me with...”
– Trenchtown Rock cover, by Sublime
sceneable:
Landlocked Blues - Bright Eyes
And...
“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
– Bob Marley (via clongetch)
“Dismiss whatever insults your soul.”
– Walt Whitman
Seinfeld, 'The Yada Yada'
George: Listen to this. Marcy comes over and she tells me that her ex-boyfriend was over late last night and 'yada yada yada I'm really tired today.' You don't think she'd yada yada sex?
Elaine: (raises hand) I've yada yada'd sex.
George: Really?
Elaine: Yeah. I met this lawyer, we went out to dinner, I had the lobster bisque, we went back to my place, yada yada yada, I never heard from him again.
Jerry: But you yada yada'd over the best part.
Elaine: No, I mentioned the bisque.
Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it——- A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?———- The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be...
Admonition by Syvlia Plath
Admonition
If you flay a beast To marvel at the mane You’ll wreck the rest From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.
If you dissect a bird To diagram the tongue You’ll cut the chord Articulating song.
Daddy by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time—- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one grey toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off...
I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky. But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill Of things unknown but longed for still And...
Walking Around by Pablo Neruda
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool. The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens, no more goods, no...
I Taught Myself To Live Simply by Anna Akhmatova
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous worries. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops I compose happy verses about life’s decay, decay and beauty. I come back. The fluffy cat licks my palm, purrs so sweetly and the fire flares bright on the saw-mill...
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want...
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little...
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to...
“When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.”
– William Shakespeare
“You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can...”
– Chinese proverb
“Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be...”
– Tom Gates
I’m guilty of this a lot, although I’m getting better at it. Taking anger out on my mom when really something else is bothering me completely; I’m such a bitch sometimes.
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we...”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What do you do when you can’t move on?What do you do when the hurt paralyzes you?Why can’t I get over this, it’s been a year for god sakes!!I go through these weird periods where you are constantly on my mind, all day, I even dream about it.It’s so weird.And WTF are you doing hanging with those types of people Mike, seriously.:(
generalgrievous:
The Animals - Little Red Riding...
ILU/IMU
In one month it will have been one year. I had a dream about you last night. It’s the saddest way to wake up in the morning, and it happens a lot. I couldn’t help myself, so I logged in one more time, just to see. It hurts that you deleted my message. I think you are moving in with her in May. You don’t look good, with a smoke in your hand and why is your hair getting so long? I...
When I'm Numb
dearoldlove:
When I’m numb, remembering you is the cure.
Not everything is a failed version of you.
“I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair...”
– Grey’s Anatomy (via anditslove)
[Blog Title Here]: How To Get A Girl/Guy →
blogtitlehere:
Calculated neglect.
Everyone knows it but never knows how to actually put it. You don’t want to be overly friendly you just met them and you still have your life to live. However, you want see them all the time. I am currently reading a book “City of Thieves” and one of the main characters…
