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am i a quotes blog yet
“Maybe our life is an affair of coastlines,
of touching on contours, of sand shifting
underfoot, of footprints straying
a shoreline. No epitaph in granite,
no marble eminence, no limestone
subtlety. Tracking my prints back ( Read more... ) -
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“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you ( Read more... ) -
a poem for autumn
"On the day of your favorite color:"
Lauren Kizi-Ann Alleyne
Here is the day of pumpkins,
their hollow heads lit and leering. Here
is the stripped sweetness of candy corn
cupped in my hands. Here is fall
swirling the leaves into a storm of red-
gold fire. Here is the sunset,
shorter now. And here is memory,
spilling from its orange coat:
your ( Read more... ) -
letting it go
Patagonia, by Kate Clanchy
I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured
a peninsula, wide enough
for a couple of ladderback chairs
to wobble on at high tide. I thought
of us in breathless cold, facing
a horizon round as a coin, looped
in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls
from sea to sun. I planned to wait
till the waves had bored themselves
to sleep, till the last ( Read more... ) -
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depressed, and drowning my sorrows in bio and sad indie music. -
for you, there'll be no more crying
And the songbirds keep singing like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before -
the unbearable deficiency of it all
Saudade (Portuguese)
A vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, which indicates a mental turning toward the past or toward the future. It is not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent, dreaming wistfulness. One can actually have ‘saudades’ of someone with ( Read more... ) -
I will quote the death out of this show
(and this scene ( Read more... ) -
so i wrote my way out of the labyrinth (instead of studying for o levels)
When I was fourteen, we had to give presentations for a Speech class. We’d been assigned topics earlier, so I had a rough speech mentally planned on the importance of money and economics (really, no one bothers actually writing a speech for this sort of thing), but in class, we had a different teacher who told us we could speak about anything we ( Read more... )
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