December 2011
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“Because there is still a flicker of heat, no larger
than a storm-cellar candle...”
– from “Here Comes the…” by Melissa May (via gotflavorlikeicecream)
“She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray, then settles herself against him,...”
– Margaret Atwood, from “The Blind Assassin” (via aubade)
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“I drank to drown my sorrows,
but the damned things learned how to swim”
– Frida.
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“I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of...”
– J. Bradley (via grammatolatry)
Day 339. (Somewhat Seasonal)
poetcetera:
(A series of haiku.) I. I built my life on already broken dreams. He huddled within them. II. “I love you,” I said, skipping to the good parts. I just wanted the end. III. Life became a mass of messy meanings. It made me more mistaken. IV. “I love you, too,” he said, as if that made it less confusing somehow.
