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"Because you are not here, nighttime behaves
Rachel Wetzsteon, from “The Other Stars” (via proustitute)
"Because you are not here, nighttime behaves
this way, calling for terms I’d long since put away:
susurration, intrigue, reverberant. It is only
in your magnanimous absence that stony surroundings
can sing your praises so; I curse even as I gape
to know that their raving requires your being
anywhere else. The evening hums in compensation."
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Megan Madgwick
(via withoutyourkiss)
"you are all smoke and mirrors - dragging the earth down with your fingertips simply because you no longer can feel the sun."
(via withoutyourkiss)
(Source: beryl-azure)
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Publilius Syrus (via metaconscious)
"Art has a double face, of expression and illusion, just like science has a double face: the reality of error and the phantom of truth."
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Sarah Dessen (via girlwithoutwings)
"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying."
(via pooja-k)
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littlestbirds:xanga (via withoutyourkiss)
"with eyes anchored to your seas, the twitch of discomfort eases into a soft lull; perhaps your waves caressing goose bumped shores birthing a sense of serenity in a mind often plagued by squalls of thoughts. the salt in the air collects in the lungs, just as memories pool and stir with a life of their own; sea crustations, urchins with their poison, and the crabs that pinch here and there and here. let my soles thicken so that they may step upon the barnicles of day-to-day life, let them become durable and dependable for supporting my weight and that of the past which lingers on my shoulder-the angel in times of sweet nostalgia, and the devil whispering old words in times of hazy memories and the what-ifs that pester like the gulls scavenging for food on the beach and boardwalk. clean this mind of mine, purge it of buried secrets in the sands, with your frothing waves that climb the shores. leave behind smoothed pebbles and shells-even the broken ones possessing brilliant beauty when they catch the sun’s warm rays."
(Source: beryl-azure)
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Robert Kelly, from “Variations on a Round of Rattles” (via proustitute)
"Everything the night conceals from us is yet alive. Even the rocks are when they’re stuffed into a rattle and the sound they make surrounds us as the shadow of a cloud might on the way to night. Here in our final home machines like living things cast shadows also, and the year ends with a lonely rattle sound. Spooks bearing bundles run from everything like shadows where we wait and dream."
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"the line, the line
Paul Celan, from Glottal Stop, trans. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh (via proustitute)
"the line, the line
we swim through, twice each
millennium, tied up
in each other,
and not even the sea,
sublime unfathomable sea
that runs through us,
can believe
all the singing in our fingers."
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John Doone (via heartmindspirit)
"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated…As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness….No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
(Source: heartmindawakening)
