There Will Come Soft Rains

Hi, I'm Denise. This is my personal/writing blog. My fandom-ish blog (beyondapathy) probably posts a lot more than this one.

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وطن المرء ليس مكان ولادته و لكنه المكان الذي تنتهي فيه كل محاولاته للهروب Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.

Naguib Mahfouz (1911-2006) -  Egyptian writer & novelist; won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1988 (via spinals)

[miguelmarquezoutside]

Text hung with thread in a local park on the weekend.

[lati-will]

You’re lodged in my subconscious mind where you will live forever. And your spirit will seep through my dreams during the times when I feel as though I need you.

Awakened Vibrations (via awakenedvibrations)

[c-isnenegro]

[visual-poetry]

»i see beautiful things around« by erika devries

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[beyondapathy]

I have thought often that I bear my cup as surrender and pour it into the wind, careless. I offer to you an alphabet stream of rumination’s children that play hide-and-seek in the crevices. I pour it out, I pour careless, and to the wind, full, then running somewhere, which matters less than...

[-fickleminds]

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her;

William Wordsworth, “Tintern Abbey”  (via mirroir)

[escapekit]

The Last Billboard

A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand. 

you can follow its Tumblr here.

[asapscience]

A quote from Sarah William’s ‘The Old Astronomer’  Read the poem in full here. 

[red-lipstick]

Geoff Dyer (b. 1947, Hobart, Tasmania) - 1: Lake Repulse 2   2: Return To Ocean Beach 3, 2013  3: Lake Repulse, Fires  4: Nocturne-Ocean Beach 2, 2006     Paintings: Oil on Linen

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Stefan Bruggemann - You Keep Out of This (2014)

[sforzinda]

A River near a Town, by Moonlight (detail), Aert van der Neer, about 1645

[quotes-shape-us]

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night  (via mirroir)

[larmoyante]

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)

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Learn how to stop death after phone calls. (NY Times Frontpage 2/7/14)

There's a dark cloud outside the box.

Troves of artworks stolen by dreamlike, wrenchingly human and viscerally theatrical Young People.

Learning to think should not be a reason to ignore soul-crushing repression for the sake of argument.

What happens when reaching any agreement has become appreciably harder?

Certainty is Recovered Unharmed After Theft

An emotional goodbye leaves only her shadow-- creatures of the wind flirt with flouting romance at an arm's length as the identity pendulum narrates a new vision for nothing good. Weakness continues. I, a face in the crowd, the last of the not satisfied.

This is the life of a poet allergic to endings

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