Edgar Allan Poe clearly enjoyed writing about dreams. Dream. A Dream Within a Dream. Dreamland. and Dreams. I like dreams, also.
It’s a quite un-American world, a view through the rear window, fascinated...– about Deborah Turbeville’s work
you let me down again.
and it’s sad that this ‘you’ is plural.
scenic train rides are nice
the sun went from white to gold as i tried to sell you my soul. but i noticed you were already over the horizon, and my arms fell back to my sides. . you didn’t even look back, i couldn’t reach you, you started running, i couldn’t keep up. . i fell into silence and it was so abrupt. i’m still waiting for someone to pull me back up.
nobody makes you do that?
i used to make you do that.
let's go live in a hole.
shaking. i can’t find the way out. why can’t i ever find the way out? someone hid the door. i never found it. i knew i’d be left behind. forgotten. i think you found what you didn’t find with me. i feel toxic. i know i’m so completely toxic.
Stay close to the candles. The stairway can be… treacherous.– Young Frankenstein
"You know, I'm a rather brilliant surgeon. Perhaps...
We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t...– John Waters (via loveyourchaos)
Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects....– Elie Wiesel
I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering...– Elie Wiesel
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated...– Martha Graham
the strangest feeling is looking at someone you once knew better than anyone else, someone who was your entire world, and seeing a stranger. it feels like those years never even happened.
scary shit. you can’t mess with North Korea.
words seamlessly slipping but i don’t wear my darkness on my sleeve
i’ve basically just been staring at this computer screen for the past four hours and have accomplished very little. sometimes i feel like a stuffed animal, just bobbing through life. full of fluff. or whatever it is stuffed animals are stuffed with. cotton? i’m listening to Richie Havens sing Freedom at Woodstock. my dance as art teacher had the class watch it. i don’t really...
In a Boat, D.H. Lawrence
See the stars, love, In the water much clearer and brighter Than those above us, and whiter, Like nenuphars. Star-shadows shine, love, How many stars in your bowl? How many shadows in your soul, Only mine, love, mine? When I move the oars, love, See how the stars are tossed, Distorted, the brightest lost. So that bright one of yours, love. The poor waters spill The...
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT
Under the Oak, D.H. Lawrence . You, if you were sensible, When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful, You would not turn and answer me “The night is wonderful.” Even you, if you knew How this darkness soaks me through and through, and infuses Unholy fear in my vapour, you would pause to distinguish What hurts, from what amuses. For I tell you ...
Restlessness, D.H. Lawrence
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight, Arriving grey from the darkness above suddenly into the light of the room. I will escape from the hollow room, the box of light, And be out in the bewildering darkness, which is always fecund, which might Mate my hungry soul with a germ of its womb. I will go out to the...