toreadortothink

[toreadortothink]

HAHAHAHAH. NOT RED BULL OUT IN Q2

[toreadortothink]

I need a friend tonight. Does this - does it get better?

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "legs, hips and behind," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

[weltenwellen]

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

[weltenwellen]

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

[luthienne]

Anne Carson, from Antigonick

[wordrummager]

It takes up little space in the face of it, until you look inside the vast arena of daydreams as it seems to be spreading with each season. Who knew the heart multiplies when set aflame?

[luthienne]

Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Xie, from "Zuihitsu",  Eye Level

[whimsykey]

IF THE ROUTINE NO LONGER SERVES, YOU MUST ALTER THE PATTERN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? YOUR LIFE STARTS WITH YOU

[slowtides]

Frank O'Hara, from "Mayakovsky"

[luthienne]

Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems; "Crazy Motherfucker Weather" / Jorie Graham, "Scirocco"

[firstfullmoon]

twin peaks “there is a sadness in this world” / richard jackson “sometimes I don’t know how to live in the world. why is there always this scent of sorrow?” / hayden carruth “I had always been aware that the universe is sad; everything in it, animate or inanimate, the wild creatures, the stones, the stars, was enveloped in the great sadness, pervaded by it” / padraig o tuama “not all sadness comes from you, but sometimes you are just wearing the world’s sadness for a while and trying to figure out what to do with that” / ada limón “there is a solitude in this world I cannot pierce” / rainer maria rilke “don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness and give it back to the earth’s own weight; the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy”

[geryone]

Tender is the Body, Alise Versella

[weltenwellen]

Richie Hofmann, from "Breed Me"

[firstfullmoon]

Sharon Olds, “The Chute”

[metamorphesque]

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[ihateyouvishal]

I will leave such an imprint on your heart that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you.