Writing and Reading

I sometimes read

[books-n-quotes]

“Maybe that’s what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish…”

— Tom Perotta, Election

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#ItNeverEnds

[fallenpoets]

Man on the Moon

And what about romance?

What about bleeding hearts and red roses?

Love’s a placebo;

I believe I love - so I Iove

I doubt - I break,

We’re too young for faith,

Too prone to anguish.

I’ve made a habit of forgetting what I have

And longing for what I don’t.

So if there is love,

I only feel it in your shadow,

I only see it when your back’s turned,

And my fingers aren’t long enough,

And the rage is gone

And the regret burns

And the wind’s cold

And the tears well

And…

~deAngelo // I’m alone

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#WastedRita

[poems-and-word]

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“Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor...I am Pagliacci.” — Alan Moore

Watchmen

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#Pinterest #Movies

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She

She sometimes makes me want to tense the tendors on my neck and send my head smashing into my keyboard and maybe my skin and bones would, as they snapped and fractired, hit just the right keys and type a jumbed ode to beauty and wealth, forgotten forever when the circuits spark and smoke and the little copper nodes on the hard drive dig into my eyebrow and its brittle white pastic shell snaps and splinters. 

Charles S. Siler

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Food and Wine

you're burnt onto the bottom of everything I know, 

like a bone , or a bad joke, 

I choke you out whole, of course and wipe the blood from my mouth

pick you out of my teeth and stare emotionless and the black mess

at the bottom of the pan, take a drink from the bottle in my hand only to discover your spirits

burning the back of my throat, fermented years ago and just now opened

and it's too late

you've already intoxicated me 

again, I can feel the world slowly falling away ; 

fork falls to table, 

glass falls to floor

in a crash splatter tinkle carpet stain and the 

rest of you takes root

impossible to remove

as my poisoned frame lands 

on the rug we bought together

last spring. 

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Mourning After

Mornings smell of smoke and mourning.

Regret settles for breakfast; I push your name 

around my plate and swallow silence. 

 I drink coffee that tastes like loneliness

and let it burn all the way down.

[writerscreed]

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m wasting my life, because the rain tells me so as it beats down harder on the heads of the lost and forgotten, rendering them worthless and irrelevant, like the stars as the skylines learn to shine brighter than them.”

— V.I.P.P. (via vacantinkandprettypink)

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"No one ever told me grief felt so much like fear" C. S. Lewis

[books-n-quotes]

“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

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#Nirvana #can't add anything to that

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Fallen Angels (1995), dir. Wong Kar-Wai

You rub elbows with a lot of people every day. Some strangers might become your friends or even confidants. So I never turn my back on a chance to rub elbows. Sometimes I rub till I bleed. No big deal, as long as I’m happy.

[books-n-quotes]

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil (via books-n-quotes)

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