February 2012
“…perhaps in dreams shall we meet
as dried flowers are chanced upon pressed...”
– Ahmed Faraz (via fernsandmoss)
“We are a lonely people, a morbid, crazed herd thrashing about in a zealous...”
– Henry Miller, Sexus (via mycollapsingframe)
“There’s nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I...”
– Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
“the veins on the backs of her hands are the color of the clear morning sky...”
– W.S. Merwin, The Piano (via beryl-azure)
“Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea. The...”
– Thomas Mann (via cartographe)
“We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t
grow on trees, like in...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Archipelago of Kisses” (via fleurishes)
“When my body had forgotten its purpose,
when it just hung off my brainstem like...”
– “December,” Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via clavicola)
“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)
“To think of gratitude and to think of thank you cards
instead, the small panic...”
– “Gratitude,” Leigh Stein (via clavicola)
“On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more
than someone else’s presence,...”
– “Absence,” Jeffrey McDaniel (via clavicola)
