Feb 1st | 16 "If the drugs don’t work then you probably need more."
— The Maine
— The Maine
(Source: ohhitsallison, via mandeeznuts)
Jan 30th | 324 "I’m waiting for you
to pour through my fingertips
and wash me away."
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
to pour through my fingertips
and wash me away."
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(via tylerknott)
Jan 27th | 49 "Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words."
— Goethe
— Goethe
(Source: cloudsxwaves, via fluette)
Jan 27th | 10 "It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum, 1975
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum, 1975
(Source: noise-n-tangerines)
Jan 23rd | 1070 "You make me better
and you make me so much more
than I ever was."
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
and you make me so much more
than I ever was."
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Jan 19th | 0 "You know the feeling of getting burned by a cigarette? Initially it’s so painful, but suddenly it becomes numb. That’s how I felt"
Jan 17th | 2 "too many talkers not enough doers"
Jan 17th | 296 "9
— Vera Pavlova,
If There Is Something to Desire
I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
17
Why is the word yes so brief?
It should be
the longest,
the hardest,
so that you could not decide in an instant to say it,
so that upon reflection you could stop
in the middle of saying it.
18
—Sing me The Song of Songs.
—Don’t know the words.
—Then sing the notes.
—Don’t know the notes.
—Then simply hum.
—Forgot the tune.
—Then press my ear
to your ear
and sing what you hear.
— Vera Pavlova,
If There Is Something to Desire
(Source: poets.org, via atramentum)
