February 2012
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Unrequited Love Poem
sleepingtigers:
You will be out with friends when the news of her existence will be accidentally spilled all over your bar stool. Respond calmly as if it was only a change in weather, a punch line you saw coming. After your fourth shot of cheap liquor, leave the image of him kissing another woman in the toilet. In the morning, her name will be in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood. When...
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Review: Blue Repertory’s BARE
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One of the many amazing things about musical theater is its ability to address modern day issues through music and a mixture of humor and drama, and that’s exactly what Ateneo Blue Repertory’s Bare: A Pop Opera has in store for its audiences, plus a whole lot more.
Bare is a rock musical with a book and lyrics by Jon Hartmere, Jr. and Damon Intrabartolo. The story focuses...
“[There is accumulation. There is responsibility. And beyond these, there is...”
– Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending (thank you, pagethreeninetyfour)
b-l-o-w-s-l-u-t-s:
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school,...
“While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via yasminabdullah)
“If you hold back on the emotions—if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way...”
– Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via danseurs)
“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness.
We...”
– Diary by Chuck Palahniuk (via aldrichintherye)
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I’m just standing on my flimsy legs, hoping the...
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I’m just standing on my flimsy legs, hoping the wind doesn’t blow me away because I’ve lost all my weight thinking of you. I’ve shed all my fat because the warmth in body felt useless if it could not comfort you in the night. And now I’m skin and bones, standing on the sidewalk outside your two-story house, throwing styrofoam plates at your window because I don’t want you to hear...
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thresca)
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“I ask the impossible: love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
Love...”
– Ana Castillo, I Ask the Impossible: Poems (via aurelle
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“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via align)
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Tattoo | Tod Davis
itouchtouchthings:
Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier and the signified. Or better yet explain to the girl who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched the word for her father’s name (on earth as in heaven) across her back that words aren’t made of flesh and blood, that they don’t bite the skin....
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“Every friend you’ll ever have will eventually disappoint you. Count on it. That...”
– Leslie Parrott (via simply-quotes)
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“Until it was nothing more than a gray paper moon, hanging in the sky.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (thank you, oliversarmada)
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Cheese Pancakes
Every time I think of cheese pancakes, I think of how we spent that day and how perfect everything was while we laughed at the stupidest of things and had our silly little moments - glimpses of what could be: an amazing breakfast, you and a serenity that comes with the knowledge that you’re right by my side - always.
I never had them again without you, and I don’t plan to.
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“It’s not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive...”
– Mitch Albom (via anditslove)
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Recipe for Amnesia
rabbit-light:
Of every priest, guru, nun and rishi, of every therapist, lama, swami, and saint. Of every drug addict and several strangers on the street, I’ve asked for teachings on forgetfulness, transmissions, rituals for purification, drugs and whiskey, any form of magic for erasing your voice from my mind, your image from my days and nights, your scent of salt and lemons and warm summer rain...
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“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there...”
– The Great Gatsby; F. Scott Fitzgerald (via 52hearts)
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anditslove:
I just woke up reaching for you. It made me ache in so many ways.
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Just for Today
thunderstormsandrainymondays:
Good morning. I miss you. I love you. Good night, sleep well.
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Confession #10
I am suspended in that thin line between feeling too much and not feeling anything at all.