words are life, liesel

a catalogue of scrawled out humanity

[goodreadss]

It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.

(via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

“You can destroy your now by worrying about tomorrow.”

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[goodreadss]

“Please come to bed and let me see you and feel you.”

— Ernest Hemingway (via goodreadss)

[lifeinpoetry]

I have ignored you for a year or ten, finally severing the root, purging, drying out the heart:          go.

— Laurie Ann Guerrero, from “Blessing,” published in Poem-a-Day

[lifeinpoetry]

Things we didn’t talk about in courtship: night terrors, God, where we’d spend Christmases, abortion, how I love to be the last girl to leave the party, bulimia, what made your exes cry, narcissistic injuries.

Hala Alyan, from “Wife in Reverse,” The Twenty-Ninth Year (via lifeinpoetry)

[weltenwellen]

“What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence?”

— Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches

[lifeinpoetry]

It was never you. It was always you: / your unutterable name, this growl in my throat.

Erika Meitner, from “Staking a Claim,” Copia (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

In the dream where I am an island, / I grow green with hope. I’d like to end there.

Jericho Brown, from “Duplex (I Begin with Love),” published in the American Poetry Review (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

Each time / I enter a memory, it changes with my entrance.

Sasha Pimentel, from “Before Dawn,” For Want of Water (via lifeinpoetry)

[wnq-quotes]

I would like damn well to hear your voice again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald 

[lentigos]

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

Ally Condie, Matched

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”

— Emile Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (Asylum Emporium, 2011)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”

— Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in “Diaries,”

[goodreadss]

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Haruki Murakami (via goodreadss)

[autumnalsonata-deactivated20190]

“He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.”

— Alexander Blok, from Poems of Sophia: “Crossroads”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Her solitude is desertlike.”

— Zbigniew Herbert, from “The King of the Ants: Mythological Essays,” c. 1999

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…a weeping, unhealable wound,

C.K. Williams, from The Collected Poems of C. K. Williams; “Money,” (via violentwavesofemotion)