Diciembre 2011
16 publicaciones nuevas
lostinthesounds:
“So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someone’s older brother and someone’s older sister – they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother – and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our...
“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is...”
– House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski (via lostinthesounds)
my living room can be just like the hospital if I take my pills in fistfuls and watch 80s and 90s movies until the effects set in
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lostinthesounds:
“We feel that to reveal embarrassing or private things, we have given someone something, that, like a primitive person fearing that a photographer will steal his soul, we identify our secrets, our past and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself.”
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Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius by Dave...
“When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only...”
– Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk (via lostinthesounds)
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my stomach hurts from the bowls of popcorn and the cans of coke
and watching my family dog dying
and feeling the scars on my arm
and wading through my body count
God, isn’t there enough law & order?
And then I think: I’m selfish. And somehow that calms me down.
But I could’ve sworn that I cared about you.
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"Poison"
It was all very well to say ‘Drink me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. ‘No, I’ll look first,’ she said, ‘and see whether it’s marked “poison” or not’; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they...
bookoasis:
“After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you...
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my muscles quiver and shake like the internet. My head swims and spins from the medication. Maybe they thought that if I couldn’t focus I’d feel better. Maybe that’s what’s making me better.
I’d be better if I didn’t feel so hard and deep, bruising and scarring the ones I feel for and with and from. If I were better, we could be friends with proper fences. Good...
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sad as fuck
You can run away if you want and I‘ll nail my feet to the floor if it means not chasing you I am not your sister I am not my brother I am my Mother’s daughter I am Dario’s Helena I am deep swells of love and need and war cries flung far I am bitter cold of black skies, shaped like bowls and warm blue, punctured by wooded lungs I am rich, soft brown I am hot tears...
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“We can do nothing for him,” said the Tin Woodman, sadly; “for he is much too heavy to lift. We must leave him here to sleep on forever, and perhaps he will dream that he has found courage at last.”
“I’m sorry,” said the Scarecrow. “The Lion was a very good comrade for one so cowardly. But let us go on.”
“After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even...”
– As Planned by Frank O’Hara (via lostinthesounds)
Don't worry, we're on the same page.
You’ve made all these knots in my stomach and back. And you’ve pulled them tight with your hands and your mouth. You’ve pulled them tight with comfort and reaffirmation. And you left them there. All the smiles and touches and kind words sunk deep and settled and hollowed into this knotted pit that’s every fear I told you I had. And that you said I could forget.
“Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for...”
– Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (via lostinthesounds)
“Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All...”
– Eye Scream by Henry Rollins (via lostinthesounds)