talk

The Talker
Chelsea Rathburn

The details of his story aren’t the point,
nor is the listener, who looked as bored
as we, two accidental eavesdroppers
in a London restaurant. The point is, well,
his point, which after ten long minutes
he came to abruptly, and with a flourish,
saying slowly and in perfect seriousness,
“All we are is dust in the wind. All
we are. Is dust. In the wind.” I think
we bit our fingers to keep from laughing,
I know we mocked him through Paris, Barcelona,
Rome, and even years later, when one
of us became a little too serious,
the other would turn and quote his quote again,
jabbing the air as he had jabbed the air.
I picture him still sitting in some café,
proclaiming we were always born to run
or urging wayward sons to carry on
the way we tried to carry on, the couple
at the next table who couldn’t help b

erase

“You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story”

- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

double

In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
- Rainer Maria Rilke

via quotebook

--

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win...
-Stephen King

via criminal minds

myself

Love After Love
Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

hot

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
-Sylvia Plath

music from runaway bride

I thought that you'd be loving me.
I thought you were the one who'd stay forever.
But now forever's come and gone
And I'm still here alone.

'Cause you were only playing,
You were only playing with my heart.
I was never waiting,
I was never waiting for the tears to start.

blue eyes blue - eric clapton

kittens

She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens.
-Raymond Chandler, The Lady in the Lake

booklove

by coffeeandsugar, via icanread

like the song, not the video

i saw her last night in montreal. molly johnson. rain.

alone

“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.”

- Albert Einstein

found with the help of quotebook

pillow talk

god, do i know the feeling.

(via ialwayssayinterestingthings)

reading

from reading lolita in tehran by azar nafisi-

'During their courtship they wrote letters and read poetry to each other. They became addicted to the secure world they created through words, a conspiratorial world in which everything that was hostile and uncontrollable became soft and articulated.' pg 68

'This is how you read a novel: you inhale the experience. So start breathing. I just want you to remember this. That is all; class dismissed.' pg 111

hits home

When I Think
Jeanne Marie Beaumont

about how naive I was though never
admitting it, how badly I chose early on
spending my affections carelessly as
spare change then making quick getaways
igniting the bridges—or when I think of the time
wasted brooding and stewing, my heart a sort of
crock-pot simmering bitterness, it’s good to be
grown-up at last with boxes of journals I’m unlikely
to get back to and albums of photos as a very
selective mnemonic aid as though most of life
had been a string of holidays, reunions, bright
birthday parties when of course it’s dreary Mondays,
Friday nights watching old black-and-white movies,
hands ink stained from the newspaper, waits
at the post office, subways, trips to the drugstore,
thousands of bowls of cereal, pots of soup...

crusade

(via ffffound, via designworklife)

love this

from the daily emails i get with poetry.

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

ha

“Boyfriends and literature: How can you make a life out of those two things? As it turns out, I did; more literature than boyfriends lately, but I guess you can’t have everything.”

- Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
(quotebook)

courage

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

- e.e. cummings

sea

“The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clearing, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in the abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.”

- The Awakening, Kate Chopin (read before, but read again on quotebook)

monday i discovered i wanted the sea
i swam in a sea of blue
and woke up in the waves of white

up

(taken by me)

sometimes you just need a new perspective.

and a poem to read

ridin'

When I'm home alone I can think of other things to do
But when I'm rolling in forward motion I think about only you

It's been a year and a day since I talked to you
I don't know how I made it, but I sure have been blue
And every time I think about what might have been
I jump in my car and start riding again
- she & him, lyrics by alan g. anderson