December 2009
233 posts
“Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a...”
– Anais Nin (via hamandheroin)
“Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them...”
– Alice Hoffman
“Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them...”
– Alice Hoffman (via quote-book)
“Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the...”
– James Allen [novelist] (via quote-book)
“Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them...”
– Alice Hoffman (via quote-book)
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you,...”
– Richard Siken (via kari-shma)
“Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them...”
– Alice Hoffman (via quote-book)
“Those who seek absolute power, even though they seek it to do what they regard...”
– Barry Goldwater (via quote-book)
“If you love someone, put a circle around their name instead of a heart. You see,...”
– Ashley
Papergirl Street Art Project →
Finally, Berlin artist Aisha Ronniger’s pet project, Papergirl, is starting to gain traction. Ronniger demonstrates new ways to show and distribute art in public spaces. A friend told her, “You should be throwing your art around, like the paperboys in America do.” She realized it would be an easy and fun way to distribute great works of art on a large scale.
Four years later, Ronniger and the...
“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and...”
– Maria Robinson (via hamandheroin)
“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can...”
– Arundhati Roy
“It is our business to go as we are impelled.”
– D.H. Lawrence
“We are attracted to what we are attracted to for a reason. We want what we want...”
– Lissa Coffey
“Service is the rent that you pay for room on this earth.”
– Shirley Chisholm
“Service is a responsibility, and it is also an obligation. We owe it to...”
– Lissa Coffey
“i couldn’t ever be with somebody who doesn’t understand pain.”
– (via alyssasayshello)
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because...”
– Augusten Burroughs
Phantom Hands
We are the lonely remnants of scattered dreams. The phantom hands rubbing forgotten backs and the flashes of eyes through the night. Smiling or laughing red with tears hanging from the lids. Too heavy to stay too scared to jump. We are the missing pieces of broken pictures. There is not enough air and I’ve not enough lungs to hold the sigh that relieves. The absent fingers tracing invisible lines...
“I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I’m hunted. I rebelled and I did it...”
– Castiel, Good God, Y’All. (via lottieeeee)
“When you meet somebody and you just get that feeling like you’d known them...”
– Lois Sullivan, Paper Heart (via movieoftheday)
“It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t...”
– Augusten Burroughs (via hazelweatherfield)
“A child-like man is not a man whose development has been arrested; on the...”
– Aldous Huxley (via honeyhands) (via messier83)
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...”
– John Steinbeck (Travels with Charley: In Search of America) (via pit-a-patwenttheheartofmissmouse)
“He remembered who he hated. Almost how much…”Motherfuckers,” he croaked. He was...”
– Ernest Tidyman (via godforsaken)
“I told myself, ‘All I want is a normal life’. But was that true? I wasn’t so...”
– Augusten Burroughs (via hazelweatherfield)
“I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night,...”
– Ray Bradury (via suzywire) (via tinyparcels)
“You have a beautiful, beautiful smile, the way it curls and collapses on your...”
– Bright Eyes (via nostalgiedelaboue) (via tinyparcels)
My Winter Whisper
This is my whisper to the winter,
to the frozen blanket covering the frozen earth, to the shivering dead leaves clinging to skeletal branches and the tiny footprints of tiny animals trying to find warmth. Trying to find home. The darkness now comes early and settles over us like a black curtain over abandoned windows, like a lid rattling shut under the steam of a boiling pot. The wind blows...
“He stops and looks at me. ‘I’m here because of you. You’re my priority. Your...”
– Melina Marchetta (Jellicoe Road) (via quote-book)
