December122013

Tidal Flats

The tide is low and I love you.
     I searched for the sea,
    and found that the flats
    stretch for miles, nothing
    but pools and jellyfish.

The thirsty sand swallows
    the pockets of abandoned water
    and leave me
    to desert.

The tide is low
    and the water
    drains from me.

October292013
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October252013

 

"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. 

(Source: edgarwrights, via mother-0f-daleks)

October72013

hsgagency:

youngadultatbooktopia:

Books = Awesome. 

Whenever you need to go on an adventure…

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September302013
“No one ever committed suicide while reading a good book, but many have tried while trying to write one.” Robert Byrne (via writingquotes)
July292013

cloudyskiesandcatharsis:

Lovely Literary Art Prints featuring quotes By Famous Authors by Evan Robertson

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July32013

Night River

Oily animals break dark water;
I breach, 
you dive 
beneath the still surface
with only thin film left behind.


June172013
slegnaranul:

suddenlyderp:

walrus-in-the-tardis:

the-grand-story:

fandoms-are-anything:

doctorfeelbad:

couragemadnessfriendshiplove:

world-shaker:

Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe? 
Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity. 
Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens. 

Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL

OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY

Poe kept interrupting my sentences, so I wrote, “Edgar are you fucking kidding me?” and Shakespeare replaced “fucking” with “hay rolling”
Emily Dickinson and Charles Dickens will fight if you put the word “Dickens” in the doc.  
I am done.

Poe kept changing words so the sentences no longer made sense so I wrote “bitch please” and Shakespeare corrected it to, “qualling harpy please”

i started with the Bohemian Rhapsody and let me tell you i was not disappointed 

Charles Dickens keeps writing ’ “Something I wrote” replied Oliver, “I want some more”. ’ everywhere!!

THIS IS FANTASTIC!!!!

If you wait awhile to type, Fyodor Dostoevsky writes: “I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners” And Dickens writes: “Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.”

slegnaranul:

suddenlyderp:

walrus-in-the-tardis:

the-grand-story:

fandoms-are-anything:

doctorfeelbad:

couragemadnessfriendshiplove:

world-shaker:

Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe? 

Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity. 

Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens. 

Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL

OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY

Poe kept interrupting my sentences, so I wrote, “Edgar are you fucking kidding me?” and Shakespeare replaced “fucking” with “hay rolling”

Emily Dickinson and Charles Dickens will fight if you put the word “Dickens” in the doc.  

I am done.

Poe kept changing words so the sentences no longer made sense so I wrote “bitch please” and Shakespeare corrected it to, “qualling harpy please”

i started with the Bohemian Rhapsody and let me tell you i was not disappointed 

Charles Dickens keeps writing ’ “Something I wrote” replied Oliver, “I want some more”. ’ everywhere!!

THIS IS FANTASTIC!!!!

If you wait awhile to type, Fyodor Dostoevsky writes: “I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners” 
And Dickens writes: “
Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.”

May92013

Flood

i. Mary
wits, my brain has left me and i cannot
wrap my lips around the words
to ask if he’s asking what i think-
if i could think
that he is asking,
or if he’s telling what i think
if i could
that he is telling.
and i am split down the center
as the fog parts to make way for the rain.
hail.
and now nightfall
and no one can see because there
is no light.

ii. Centurion
Bold Judas marches forth and kisses
the girl on the cheek.
We guards descend, picking her up
and taking her away: this is the one.
This is the one who dare
challenge Caesar.

iii. Mary
in the morning she finds cloudy skies
painted on thighs, and wetness.

flood after thaw.

iv. Centurion
We took her
in and when she woke, she cried.
We took her in.
And she cried. We took it
upon ourselves to help her
understand the error of her
ways.

If she had not flaunted
it before us, we would have
never taken it.

She should have never challenged
Caesar.

v. Chorus
The morning the girl woke, she returned home
with videos and pictures of Judas
in every hand of every passerby:
evidence, but not only evidence
publicity.

And it got buried, so she dug it out.
And it got swept away, so she anchored it.

The media began to sing and some sang
that she was the hunter and others said
she was the prey.

vii. Centurion
Magdalene wants to pretend she’s not a whore,
but we have video evidence.
We didn’t have to choose her, she asked
us to choose her.
She challenged Caesar.

We had our pick of the liter
and we chose the one that bites.

viii. Mary
your honor, i could have sailed and sipped
of any sea, and they would have found me.
they are waves of the same water
and

I am a boat to be devoured.

all women are devoured with me
we all float in the same sea.

ix. Chorus

The Gods took Judas and the Guards
but they did not take Caesar.

April182013

pretty-yin:

I will always reblog this.

Like, forever.

(Source: ianbrooks, via allweknowischanging)

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