March 2012
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plum;
redchundri:
flimsy-skin, Braille flesh. dusk in her clefts. rub her (right/wrong), and she’ll come out smooth under your whorls.
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Lilting Lola, cinnamon sticks in melting sugar hijabi strength My herb drawer voice like a: “Hey, barman, call me up a dose of truth, wouldja.” (Not like a bell at all.)
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Nutshell emotions.
redchundri:
Word bank: a) anger f) happiness b) anxiety g) hope c) astonishment h) pride d) fear i) sorrow e) guilt j) wistful
___ is reverse-moth wings.
___ is a hellbound regime.
___ is a pulmonic noose.
___ is not a b(u)oy.
___ is the gravel...
“A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.”
– John Steinbeck (via girlinlondon)
“a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where...”
– e.e.cummings (via seancing)
February 2012
208 posts
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“3. The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill...
I am somewhat exhausted with life.
You spluttered poetry at me like you thought that would make me love you. Adverse nouns, metaphors that spoke of pretty things Pretty things that were not me. When did I become the centre of the solar system? the waning of the moon? the drip drip drop of sunshine on cement When did I become less than skin bones and humidity? Your exclamations filled the air betrayed it with their force flinging...
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We, the sinking bones of dead battleships. Our...
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“What if we never met?”
– (via littlewonder)
“God knows, it’s as though you think our life is a romance novel.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Don’t you? Do you honestly think I don’t see the colour of disappointment in your eyes when you realise that I’m not throwing stones at your window, or bringing you goddamn cups of coffee every morning from Starbucks with a low fat scone, or...
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We all have these little pieces of us, those insane fragments of confusion that linger underneath our skin that we don’t want anybody to see because we’re worried that maybe it’ll be too much maybe you won’t like me maybe I’m not good enough maybe maybe maybe. We’re all collages of the things people make of us and it’s sad because you never truly know...
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“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...”
– Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (via valeofdreams)
Buffy’s mother has died. I absolutely can’t stop crying.
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For anyone who might love the night sky, this will... →
The world looks so bleak from where I stand. She’s blurred and shifted into something the galaxies are probably shuddering from. The Moon hails her because she has to, and the rest of the universe stands by to watch, hands folded behind their backs, lips curled back wondering how we managed to destroy each other so very well.
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You were the drowsy down of a morning dawn. The yawn of sleepy sunrise stroking slow sweeps of light down the back of autumn’s fields. The ridges of morning were the notches of your spine And I traced them I (stole) my fingers across you. Pearl epaulettes were your eyes fringing masses of lashes swept like wings across the plum of your cheeks. Sallow skin, golden gazes lips like the hush...
The more I go out the more my introversion seems less like introversion and more like good common sense.
Words to keep inside your pocket:
Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in...
bedbones:
“Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.”
Anonymous asked: I just wanted to have a moment of shared appreciation for Jeanann Verlee. She is a truly wonderful writer and a huge inspiration!
“I think books are like people, in the sense that they’ll turn up in your life...”
– Emma Thompson (via theprobablestars)
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...”
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
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I was considering today, how very terribly sad it is that everything falls apart. The relationships you consider to be stable, the people who promise to stay, I don’t know why but all of it shifts and changes and it’s like some big gulf, like the space between the peaks of mountains. You want to be near someone but they’re just too bloody far away.
I’ve been busy weaving words onto cloth to make a cloak I can wear into dark forests to whisper poetry at the Moon and make her fall in love with me and sit amongst the branches of trees rustling the wind with my language and falling bump bump bump onto the ground to find metaphors shaking around me and shoving at my shoulders insistently because the world can tremble itself into rubble and...
A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
those-imperial-afflictions asked: I got very worried when you said that you lost your words. I don't think it's possible for people to lose their words. Because words stay forever. They're there. Some of them are buried in the crevices of your hand, and others might me those little ink smudges or in crumpled up papers. In smiles, behind glossy lips or chapped lips there are words. There are forgotten words tumbling...
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"Ghosts" Submitted by - Ceilidhh
I am a ghost. I must have died, there is no doubt because I remember the hospital and the rattling chains. I don’t know of anything before this. I wander through my days, trying to find that hidden key, but there’s only wet rain. The world must have been golden, before, because now it is all grey pavement and big, big blue eyes. The kind of colours that seem faded, always. I want...
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Spring and Winter were arguing again. I heard them as I brushed my teeth, and prodded the space between my two front teeth contemplatively. Spring had crawled through our open window as the sun uncoiled herself in the sky and spread herself like golden butter. Winter had woken up to find her drinking coffee in his kitchen, staring ruminatively at the grains floating at the top. She’d made...
The world exhausted herself trying to catch you, today. You were winged, membranous Diaphanous The edges of you Were curved like hips, ears, the bones of my ankles. You played with the world Like she was your doll Tossed her, cooling From hand to hand Delighted. You played with me to laugh at the fragility of my bones to roll my heart in your palms and press gently. “Does it hurt...
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I feel I’ve lost my words. I’ve neglected them for three days, and reasonably enough in their minds, they’ve turned away from me. Being a writer is almost like being in a relationship, if you’re not going to pay attention to something that is intrinsically important to you, then eventually they are going to turn away.
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via lionskeleton)
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thewhitebetweenyourwords:
Even if you cannot...
“… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.”
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)
swanmaiden asked: What are your favourite scents, flowers, trees, and birds? What do you do at school during your free-time (or if you don't work, like me, who would much rather sneak books from the library under my jumper)? If you could make a constellation appear in the sky, what would it be?
