May 2013
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“I am not particularly tired. I am rather “heavy”; The “Nothing” of which I once...”
– Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
silience
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the state or condition of unnoticed excellence—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they’d been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and precious...
“I learned a world from each / one whom I loved”
― Allen Ginsberg”
– (via journalofanobody)
“But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb...”
– Dark Places by Gillian Flynn (via harrenhalsghost)
April 2013
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: adronitis →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and…
March 2013
“I
have a face like a washrag. I sing
love songs and carry steel.
I would...”
– Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via lowkey-lye-smith)
“The scars healed over into poems.”
– 6-Word Story #36 (via writingsforwinter)
“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost...”
– Toni Morrison (via shiftingself)
February 2013
“I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them,...”
– (via cosmoknaut) 