February 2012
“Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most...”
– Haruki Murakami (via lavandula)
A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
when tiding-up i found the very first poetry book i ever got, i was like ..10?.. i remember visiting my friend, we found this book by Pawlikowska- Jasnorzewska that belonged to her mother in her living room and started reading it out loud. when i got home i told my mom to buy it for me, i wanted to have my own copy so bad. this was when i discovered poetry. this little book brings back so many...
“Here, all the girls have small bones,
the smallest, the languor of yellow...”
– Kristy Bowen feign (draft)
Words to keep inside your pocket:
Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in...
72days:
Moon by Selima Hill
You wouldn’t believe how still she can lie, like a moon
intent on the study of various kinds of smiling and how effective they are as ways of suffering.
“So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from...”
– — Anna Kavan (via xezene)
Guts by Chuck Palahniuk →
mymindismycanvas:
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i wonder how your tears taste like.. like i imagine them /water from melting snow on roses/ or bitter as your agony of love.
“a thin girl under a thick sky
so thin, each rib stood
for something
something...”
– Olena Kalytiak Davis She Was Just a Sketch
“Your skin:
unfamiliar
beautiful
strange.”
– Rose Vealina (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via lavandula)
viciousminuteshour:
‘Runaway,’ an erotic short...
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My copy of the new Ruby Throat album has finally arrived :)
diem perdidi: Michael Ferber - A Dictionary of... →
anhelos:
The Pythagoreans believed (according to Aristotle, De caelo) that the stars make sounds as they move, and since their speeds are in the same ratios as musical concordances, the entire sound they produce is a harmony. We cannot hear it, for it is a constant background sound in our ears from birth. Plato presented a vision of eight cosmic “whorls” (Greek sphondulos), hollow and nested...
“Today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my...”
– federico garcía lorca (via sen-one)
someone time travel with me please. destination—-> 90s
we will
dress like kinderwhores and attend every single gig possible
rent VHs tapes
adopt a Furby
watch Captain Planet all night long
feed our Tamagotchis
pitch a tent in the middle of the room and read Goosebumps out loud while pretending to be in the forest
and so much more great stuff that i miss
i am proud to be a...
sweetnutmeg replied to your post: what’s your opinion on the new Soap&Skin album?
it’s beautiful :) what’s yours?
she is still my favourite witch, but for some reason i can’t help but feel a little disappointed. i love Vater [i knew it already tho’], Wonder [ which became my new lullaby], and two black sheep: Deathmental and Big Hand Nails Down that are a lovely raw contrast to...
what’s your opinion on the new Soap&Skin album?
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my tongue feels like a bee comb after eating all the candies.
pleasure of mine to yield my honey, such a sweet assault.
Recordings by NASA, they are the sounds made by...
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lost my thorns in the abyss of black in the sky
so baby touch me gently, as i bruise with ease
L’esprit d’escalier: without looking for the sky →
vulgivagus:
I met you the way feet meet the edge (without looking down) until my lungs curr and hedge your sleep inside mine (and I can’t find either when I need to weigh the cold against my bones) a bed of wind, your neck around my own wayward until the world can’t see me under (the snow when it’s not snowing) words across the roofs, there are words down the streets, words around your tongue...
10 amazing doll houses →
goodjuan:
WOW!
“Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I...”
– (via cupidsrustler)
