February 2012
icelandiclanguage:
The Icelandic word skúffuskáld means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”, someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his desk drawer instead of showing it to people.
F. Scott Fitzgerald's list of things to worry... →
“The scary thing about somebody
jumping from the top of a tall building
is not...”
– Emma McGordon (via endorfins)
“Think, now: if you have found a dead bird,
not only dead, not only fallen,
but...”
– Advice to a Discarded Lover, Fleur Adcock (via corcordium)
spinals:
Did you know I hate paper cuts and snakes
Did you know I’ve only flown a kite once
Did you know I met a girl in Costa Rica named Mariposa and I could climb across the monkey bars faster than her
And I met two girls named Francesca in a piazza in Milan who beat me in soccer though we weren’t even sure how to play
Did you know my brother and I used to sing “Thou swell, thou witty” by...
“What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via immortels)
January 2012
“I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever...”
– Elizabeth Wurzel (via endorfins)
“Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in...”
– Markus Zusak (via endorfins)
“We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories...”
– Milan Kundera
I like being alone.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is...
