daisy stained lover

LET YOUR VERY EXISTENCE BE AN ACT OF REBELLION

[hjerano]

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “in times a noble mercy of proportion” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[cocvino]

[deviika]

Chelsea Hodson // Saeed Jones

[ninasdrafts]

“I keep thinking about that night. I held you close like a secret, afraid you’d slip right out from between my fingers if I loosened my grip. You looked at me like some people look at the moon, or so I was told. In hindsight, I never felt like you knew me. You never knew me at all. And I think that’s what I’ve come to regret the most - I almost gave you everything and you gave me nothing at all.”

— wasted nights / n.j.

[daisystainedlover]

A.

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

[ninasdrafts]

“It might seem far-fetched, but please know that if you need me you can always find me in the spaces between. In the pauses between bouts of laughter, in the middle of mingled breaths, when the bridge of a song bleeds into the chorus. I hope you’ll be brave enough to remember me. Even if it hurts. Even if you’re not sure you want to. But if you try and close your eyes, you can find me in all the places of your life where I made memories with you.”

— in the space between / n.j.

[metamorphesque]

― Louise Glück, October

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Neon Genesis Evangelion S01E16 ‘Splitting of the Breast’ (Hideaki Anno, 1996)

[amouthfulloflove]

“Sometimes we have no beauty to offer but the words with which we present an ugly thing. Nonetheless, that is beauty. Sometimes we have no beauty to offer but the fact that we have survived to tell a tragic tale. Nonetheless, that is beauty.”

— Magdalene Benveniste, “Letter from the Editor #1” from March Hare Magazine (c. @godgum) 

[megairea]

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.”

— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, 1857 (tr. by Eleanor Marx-Aveling)

[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, Confession

[lemaddy-art]

[sunsetquotes]

“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”

— Sage Francis

[neckkiss]

Californication

[understands]

[neckkiss]

Milk and honey “Outlook”