January 2012
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December 2011
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Mumford and Sons - Ghosts That We Knew
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fuckyeahreactions:
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November 2011
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the-lady-amalthea:
We value
love not because
it’s stronger than death
but because it’s weaker. Say
what you want about
love: death will
finish it.
— jeffrey eugenides —
October 2011
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the-lady-amalthea:
I know the night is not the same as the day:
that all things are different, that the
things of the night cannot be
explained in the day,
because they do not then exist,
and the night can be a dreadful time for
lonely people once their loneliness has started.
— ernest hemingway —
September 2011
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August 2011
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“People who KNOW
can never measure up
to people who DO”
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“All great and precious things are lonely.”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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Eyes
Eyes with solemn pomp and severity softer now eyes slightly out of focus eyes full of admiration eyes full of love eyes of a certain color that cannot be defined without mention of emotion eyes shaped by feeling eyes shaped by contentment hiding behind eyelids, as if to blush coy eyes your eyes which I sometimes get lost in your eyes in grainy black and white eyes frozen in time capturing the beat...
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Grey
Grey is the color of morning before it can be called morning like cherry blossoms without proper sunlight slightly rustling with discontent in the hollow stillness patience being a virtue much sought after in these hours when even breath seems to drop to the earth in a graceless descent.
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Tintype
The tintype photos in the attic
smiling brightly with grainy teeth
from underneath the dust
in frames that have seen more that their occupants
who’s archaic sensibilities
stand as a testament to the march of time
as they themselves once said
of manet and renoir.
Now in the same boat
though riding third class
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Sitting in empty rooms with grown up thoughts in many shades of grey all wearing neckties and ascots (some are more fashionable than others) they rap your knuckles to keep you awake and chide you silently as you chide yourself even though you know you’ve done nothing wrong but you return to the blank paper on the oak desk which seems to have been given the ability to repel ink after all,...
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Say Anything - By Tonight
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“Upside down wishes
from upside down wells…
Bitter on the outside
...”
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“Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
thine eyes like the pools of Heshbon…”
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July 2011
11 posts
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Avett Brothers - I and Love and You
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Disappointment
Things that disappoint
with complex timing and expected results
in situations groped out clumsily with closed eyes
and I tried
( but perhaps not enough)
like mapping an abyss from the crest of a wave
guessing at things
that have been set in stone
since time remembered to put them there
(and has since forgotten)
Such mysteries as the heavens have no name for
that sit at the edge of a...
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Breakfast
Waffles with sinister thoughts of becoming more perhaps a crepe but not French breakfast used to be peaceful with morning air heralding bacon and toast now the sounds of war fill the nook and the marmalade is nowhere to be seen At noon the battle will slow to a crawl as the syrup will be nearly gone.
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Summer
Something heavy like the sun
bearing down to embrace the world
in fire and sweat
and air that feels like gelatin
or running through hallways of dreams
heat that you can almost hear
as the birds have grown too weary to cover its slow whispers
baritone and deliberate
like sizzling morning bacon
or faulty sprinklers in July.
