Food For Thought

Previously DailyDoseOfQuotes

[lifeinpoetry]

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.

Sylvia Plath, from “Two Campers in Cloud Country,” Crossing the Water (via lifeinpoetry)

[word-digest-blog]

The next time you  have your coffee black  you’ll taste the bitter  state he left you in  it will make you weep  but you’ll never  stop drinking  you’d rather have the  darkest parts of him  than have nothing.

Rupi Kaur (via word-digest)

[lifeinpoetry]

The blood is a sunset. I admire it.

Sylvia Plath, from Crossing the Water (via lifeinpoetry)

[nirvanasoul785]

[futilize]

Lie on top of me, caress me, cover me the way the sky covers the earth.

Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov, Volume II: Prose, Plays & Supersagas; “Mountain People” (via mercurieux)

[beryl-azure-blog]

i was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.

Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via beryl-azure)

[nirvanasoul785]

by Christian Edler

[poetrist]

There is poetry written along your cheekbones and songs being sung through your veins. If you open your eyes, you can see that there is a sunrise-promise rising along our horizon, the whispering of something dangerously beautiful. You’re a hurricane, a tsunami, a force of nature too wild to be contained, but hear me when I say that I’m a twister, an earthquake, a wild heart racing against fate. So have faith, understand that the sum of us won’t equate to a cage, won’t end in chains. No, together we’ll be wilder, we’ll be brighter. We’ll be blizzards and heat waves, droughts and floods. We’ll be impossible, painful, beautiful and terrible. We won’t be a safe bet or harmless at all. Trust me when I say, I can keep up with you. Believe me when I promise that we’re the cyanide-laced kiss of the apocalypse. But I’m not scared if you’re not, I’m not running away unless your footsteps are echoing mine. So hold on to my hand and open your heart. Watch as we combust and ignite, as we detonate a love that’ll set the heavens afire.

Megan Madgwick, “wild hearts.” (via poetrist)

[beryl-azure-blog]

somehow the very idea of you permeates every halt of speech i’ve ever known.

Diana Myers (via beryl-azure)

[thepolychromeattic]

Obedient Wife

by Ivan Alifan

[thelovejournals]

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things

(via petrichour)

[mesogeios]

Here, on a very warm night with a honeysuckle, jasmine breeze heady, rich and almost liquid You can stand on the sun-filled stones stretch and hold the heart-breaking sweetness of the night.

Maggie Emmett, excerpt of The Summer Garden (via mercurieux)

[antigonick]

The bitterest kind of heartache—the ache that burns and gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears.

L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via exoticwild)

[antigonick]

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps… perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea (via antigonick)

[cinemagorgeous]

Saturn by artist Joon Ahn.

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

These are the moments when everything becomes clear, when every action constitutes a commitment, when every choice has its price, when nothing is neutral anymore. It is the time of morality, that is, a time when language becomes clear and it is possible to throw it back in the realist’s face.

Albert Camus, Camus at Combat (August 29, 1944)

[tryppi]

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