a verbal knockdown

a simple anthology of poetry and quotes that have somehow resonated with my soul

[recumbentibous]

I’ve been terrible keeping up with this blog. I am considering being active again, but should I?

[recumbentibous]

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski (via recumbentibous)

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Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Pablo Neruda (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

Irse, y no volver.

Alejandra Pizarnik (Poesía Completa)

[recumbentibous]

When a man, however passively, becomes an obstacle to the fulfillment of a woman’s desires, he becomes an odious thing in her eyes, - or will, given time enough.

Theodore Dreiser, Sister Carrie (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

When a man, however passively, becomes an obstacle to the fulfillment of a woman’s desires, he becomes an odious thing in her eyes, - or will, given time enough.

Theodore Dreiser, Sister Carrie (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Marcel Proust (via recumbentibous)

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This is what I know: people’s hopes go on forever.

Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

Irse, y no volver.

Alejandra Pizarnik (Poesía Completa)

[recumbentibous]

“Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.”

Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head. (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Pablo Neruda (via recumbentibous)

[cantbae]

I swear every Adele song makes you miss your ex, even if you don’t have one

[recumbentibous]

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you

Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via recumbentibous)

[observando]

I quickly realized that friendships without tomorrows, and the little anguishes of parting, were part of the pleasures of traveling. I resolutely avoided bores, saw only those who amused me. We spent afternoons taking long walks, nights drinking and talking, and then we would leave each other, never to meet again, and there were no regrets. How simple life was. No regrets, no obligations, my acts and gestures counted for nothing, no one asked my advice, and I knew no other rule but my whims.

Simone de Beauvoir (via observando)

[recumbentibous]

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love is so weird like sometimes nobody is the bad guy sometimes you just have different ways of showing love and so much gets lost in translation from both ends

[recumbentibous]

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Marcel Proust (via reinedelacadie)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You have a lovely pure mind.

Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell To Arms (via violentwavesofemotion)