February 2012
35 posts
i found the skeletons
where the air sweat and light filtered through
mirrored lenses of the still and weedy
you told me stories where they’d be
broken pieces
lying bones
efforts to rid the past
made the future past look back nostalgic
i could never stay for long
rusty wire and growing milk bottles
once the sumac is ripe
i’ll be there
with you again
“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark,...”
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via fernsandmoss)
“I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
January 2012
38 posts
“Once a young woman asked me,
“How does it feel to be a man?”
And I...”
– Hafiz
(via fernsandmoss)
heavylimbs:
I get sad a lot (mostly for silly and trite reasons) but I don’t mind being sad when I listen to a certain song or read a certain poem or watch a certain movie.
I cry too easily at the little things and I’m really good at feeling the wrong things at the wrong time, but sometimes it’s because I love some things and some people so much I don’t know what to do with all of it.
