[Why do I tell you these things?]
You are not even here.
Limbo.
Allergies.
(via darksilenceinsuburbia)
Dixie (with cherry blossoms)
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(by Samantha West)
(via life)
[Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.]
All that we know, that we’re
made of, is motion.
Now I know a language so beautiful and lethal
My mouth bleeds when I speak it.
Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “But” (via the-final-sentence)
Jaz Marsh, Scanography 2, 2012
Breathe freely, you who suffered so much.
Czesław Miłosz, from “This World”, in New and Collected Poems (1931-2001), trans. Robert Hass (via the-final-sentence)
(via the-final-sentence)
[Love. The difficult word. Where everything starts, where we always return. Love. Love’s lack. The possibility of love.]
I have no idea what happens next.
Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via the-final-sentence)
The beauty of Art
(via iheartmyart)
What I learned then sustains me
through every sorrow:
it’s the believer who keeps looking for proof.
Anne Michaels, from “A Lesson from the Earth”, in Miner’s Pond (via the-final-sentence)
The butterfly never wondered:
it flew.
Octavio Paz, from “Example”, in A Tree Within, trans. Eliot Weinberger (via the-final-sentence)
[The heart
never fits
the journey.]
Always
one ends
first.
Jack Gilbert, from “Islands and Figs” (via the-final-sentence)
book paintings by LA based artist Mike Stilkey
Los Angeles native Mike Stilkey has always been attracted to painting and drawing not only on vintage paper, record covers and book pages, but on the books themselves. Using a mix of ink, colored pencil, paint and lacquer, Stilkey depicts a melancholic and at times a whimsical cast of characters inhabiting ambiguous spaces and narratives of fantasy and fairy tales.
(via iheartclassics)
There are far better things ahead
Than anything we left behind”
C.S. Lewis
