May 2012
10 posts
April 2012
6 posts
Love, an Index by Rebecca Lindenberg
A Abandon, what I did when you touched me that winter with an ungloved hand. Ache, the heal of broken things: bones, disappointments. Allegories of Love, Fragonard’s babycolored paintings, Ovid’s pursuers and storied looms, his Atalanta her golden balls. The longing to know how things become what they weren’t always. of...
March 2012
26 posts
“When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you...”
– An excerpt from a letter that Richard Feynman wrote to his late wife, 16 months after she passed away at the age of 25. (via helplesslyamazed)
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via whitneyruef)
downers
some people grind away making their unhappiness the ultimate factor of their existence until finally they are just automatically unhappy, their suspicious upset snarling selves grinding
on and at and for and through
their only relief being
to meet another unhappy person
or to create one
-Charles Bukowski
February 2012
25 posts
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via spoilsofmatter)
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been...”
– Charles Bukowski (via bearnakedisdead)
