December 2011
31 posts
This is the sound of love.
Reading Local News
A high school student from the next county over committed suicide in a seemingly shocking eruption from what I can uncover on the matter. And every periodical - every student newspaper and facebook devotee - all faculty, friend, family - everyone seems to agree on two notions:
1. He was a nice boy.
2. Sometimes it’s very tiring being a nice boy.
I think about my students that I work with...
To Astronomy 154.
It took a few minutes,
But I finally saw that shooting star.
After Nine PM
But in the darkness, with mice at our Keds and cans with string tied between sills above our skulls, I felt what I imagined as your lips on what I imagined as my eyebrow moving south, mapping new directions until congress called it quits and we settled on each others teeth beneath the lights unlit.
Watching HBO Doc "There's Something Wrong With...
The most intriguing tragedy of all time.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure what I’ll do, but -...
Let's Be Honest
Every lady writer wants a romance that results in a man building her a writing chair.
Well played, Like Crazy, well played indeed.
Goodnight, Scottie.
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via darkcanuck)
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect....
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via darkcanuck)
As he held her and tasted her, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if...
– Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via asingledropintheocean)
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via philphys)
So keep your eyes set on the horizon, on the line...
This Is The Song To Calm All Finals Down. →
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth...
– William Butler Yeats (via dewdropsoflove)
The Last Surviving Image
I traced my name on the foggy glass
And counted street lights every Saturday morning to the meter of your report on the latest Radiohead.
Thanks for Not Asking
dearoldlove:
Thank you for not asking me to stay. We both know that I couldn’t have said no. Even though I hated you for it at the time, I can now say with all certainty that it was the kindest thing you ever did for me.
Jeff Tweedy Writes A Poem and
it’s like
“I wish I could fuck you
Like she thinks she does before
Falling asleep,
But I’ve never been that tired
And I’ve never been too sad to eat.”
This guy. Swear to God.