December 2010
“I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of...”
– Anaïs Nin (via neonmedusa)
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She makes for me a nettle’s innocence And a silk pigeon’s guilt in her proud absence, In the molested rocks the shell of virgins, The frank, closed pearl, the sea-girls’ lineaments Glint in the staved and siren-printed caverns, Is maiden in the shameful oak, omens Whalebed and bulldance, the gold bush of lions, Proud as a sucked stone and huge as sandgrains. These are her...
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Anonymous asked: Have you been in love
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Primordial – And the Sun Set on Life...
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WatchCrushin’ for always.
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Crowbar - Cemetery Angels
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“And yet, in a certain sense, the fullness is contained wholly and integrally in each of its crippled and fragmentary incarnations. This is the phenomenon of imagination and vicarious being. An event may be small and insignificant in its origins and yet, when drawn close to one’s eye, it may open in its center an infinite and radiant perspective because a higher order of being is...
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Anonymous asked: Have you been in love
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You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank! It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Pilot’s dread, fury of a blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
Thou // I was Ignored, and judged, and Cast...
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I see now, momentarily disregarding my own romantic fortunes as mere results of some infinite jest, that it is not who I have loved, but how selflessly and carelessly I have loved them. I have accepted that there are few greater truths in this modern age, than that of a holy feeling bestowed upon the relationship between two human beings. So rare, so brittle. Perhaps, who worshiped who more...
"Repeal would mean that, for the first time in... →
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