June 2012
memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
– Barbara Kingsolver
so, apparently "out of sight, out of mind" applies...
you may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you...
– Frank Crane
there is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.
– Dante
some of us think holding on makes us strong;
but sometimes it is letting go.
– Hermann Hesse
yes’n I try to ignore
all this blood on the floor
it’s just this...
– Ray LaMontagne “Burn”
Sometimes I am out of touch; but go on.
– Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 16 February 1930. (via violentwavesofemotion)
and then the bridge disappears
and I’m standing on air
– Bright Eyes
You are the silence in between what I thought and what I said
– Florence and the machine (via fatal-passion)
to wake up in the morning and not feel like my...
I’m in need of the answer,
in search of the question,
in love with being...
– Caught A Ghost “Time Go”
I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
– Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense (via endorphinal)
So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in...
– Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via lavendertree)
Did you ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got?
Well, you know I have a love;...
– Johnny Cash “I see a darkness”
your heavy heart
is made of stone
and it’s hard to see you
you...
– Coldplay “A Message”
oh the things I'd give...
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell In my...
– Ray LaMontagne Empty
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I’m not emotionless,
in fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list of...
– Sage Francis
so why is it now after I had my fill
would you steal from me the sorrow that...
– Ray LaMontagne
today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my...
– Federico García Lorca
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it is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at...
– Ernest Hemingway
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the explanation is Schrödinger's cat
what I am to you is not what you mean to me
– Damien Rice “Volcano”
I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please,...
– Sylvia Plath
confession is always weakness. the grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes...
– Dorothea Dix
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nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with...
– Vladimir Nabokov
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I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an...
– Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via magical-drinking)
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via showslow)
you’ve gotten into my bloodstream
–
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I can feel all those miles tonight.
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now we’re all these miles apart
but you’re still in my head
– The Wooden Sky “Bald, Naked and Red”
cry for me
sigh for me
cry for me
I wanna see you sigh for me
– Misty Miller
yea I’d die in the darkness to feel your skin on my skin
– King Charles
I keep looking in the wrong places for the things...
I cannot accept when things are good. I panic for...
don’t matter is the road is long,
don’t matter if it’s steep,
don’t...
– Leonard Cohen
Bring this poem
to your mouth
and suck it
till I die.
– Dorothy Porter, from “Stupid as a Poet” (via the-final-sentence)