January 2011
78 posts
“To see those eyes I prize above mine own
Dart favors on another -
And those sweet lips (yielding immortal nectar)
Be gently press’d by any but myself -
Think, think Francesca, what a cursed thing
It were beyond expression!” —
Dart favors on another -
And those sweet lips (yielding immortal nectar)
Be gently press’d by any but myself -
Think, think Francesca, what a cursed thing
It were beyond expression!” —
Bright Star
will be mine in 3-5 days.
kalopsia
the delusion that things are more beautiful than they are.
…por que la vida se nos acaba,
y yo quiero morir cantando,
como muere la cigarra…
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
—C.S. Lewis (The Four Loves)
sidewalk hold
n. the phenomenon where you and an acquaintance are walking towards each other from a distance, close enough to make eye contact but still too far away to talk, triggering a fifteen-second reciprocal performance of Walking Normally in Public.
I loathe these moments.
lalalalia
n. the realization while talking to yourself that someone else is within earshot, which leads you to crossfade into mumbled singing, an auditory sleight of hand that distracts the audience from the exposed platform under your persona while you prepare to saw your confidence in half.
“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.”
—H.W. Longfellow
I could feel my heartbeat taking me down.
Listen
I Can Feel A Hot One | Manchester Orchestra
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when you dream of someone, it means they're thinking of you.
this can’t be true.
“I look—the sky is empty space;
I know not what I trace;
But when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart.” —from, Tis Said That Some Have Died For Love, William Wordsworth
I know not what I trace;
But when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart.” —from, Tis Said That Some Have Died For Love, William Wordsworth
“I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees, with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprang up beneath us and we rested on them with the likeness of a cloud.”
—Keats, Bright Star
“I did not know til now how tightly he wound himself around my heart.”
—Mr. Brown, Bright Star
I'm in the dark too. I'm looking for you.
That rhymes.
This is my first tumblr message ever!
No matter who wrote this, it still made me smile.
Happy birthday, Edgar Allan Poe.
“I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.”
—
vacivity
emptiness
i stopped sleeping well when i started keeping my journal beneath the pillow next to me. i don’t write anything happy or positive. there are too many negative feelings filling my body every night.
i want all of you in my heart. i want your hand in my hand.
forelsket (Norwegian)
the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
saudade (sow-da-jee) (Portugese, Galician)
“…describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which is lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return.”
“Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” or “the love that stays” after someone is gone. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone ( e.g., one’s children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends) or something (e.g., places, pets, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment, but is missing, and the individual feels this absence.”
YOU...
…were the only one who ever tried to save me.
i took that for granted.
thanks.
fuck.
me running.
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“There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.”
—Anais Nin
