February 2012
4 posts
January 2012
20 posts
[The snake bites it’s tail, the circle is closed, the story ends at its...
– Christopher Bram, from The Notorious Dr. August (thanks, ruinistheroad)
The days grow and the stars cross over
And my wild bed turns slowly among the...
– Muriel Rukeyser, “Darkness Music” (via awritersruminations)
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring,...
– Kate Chopin (via stellarexplosion)
fragilesouls:
(What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
– Francis Bacon (via tattooedonthesoul)
December 2011
25 posts
Ómnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori.
– Vergil
Eclogues, X, l. 69
(via artemisdreaming)
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the...
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via mirroir)
She knew she was by him beloved,
— she knew,
For quickly comes such...
– Lord Byron ~ The Dream (via artemisdreaming)
I will remember
how it hurt to grow wings.
– Sara Tracey, And After This (via semperaugustus)
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-4) →
Swans (8)
Current 93 (5)
William Basinski (4)
Worrytrain (4)
Cisfinitum (3)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
A Wanderer is a Hermit in Motion; a hermit is a wanderer at rest.
– Tales of Azad (via heartmindspirit)