November 2009
tsunamis:
muscovite:
I married you for all the wrong reasons, charmed by your dangerous family history, by the innocent muscles, bulging like hidden weapons under your shirt, by your naive ties, the colors of painted scraps of sunset. I was charmed too by your assumptions about me: my serenity — that mirror waiting to be cracked, my flashy acrobatics with knives in the kitchen. ...
Clementine: I wish you'd stayed.
Joel: I wish I had stayed too, now I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had stayed, I do.
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my...”
– D.H. Lawrence (via reluctantbuddha) (via dondante)
muscovite:
Find me when summer ends and the lamps are everything. I have practised being the one to whom you return, if not the betrothed, then at least the autumnal familiar, the almost unveiled. Songlike and lost in the mist, I have made you a bed of fingerprints and outlook and those footsteps that go in the dark through a litmus of snow to seek benediction. Call it a house of cards, or a...
“There are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize...”
– Bukowski (via brilliantcorners) (via againsthetide) (via kdeluxxe)
“And please don’t laugh at me now, but I think the reason it’s so...”
– Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
