October 2010
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are...
– theysaid: The Moon And The Yew Tree | Sylvia Plath
They hurried here, as soon as you had died,
Their faces damp with haste and...
– theysaid: Condolence | Dorothy Parker
Tengo estos huesos hechos a la penas
y a las cavilaciones estas sienes:
pena...
– Miguel Hernandez (via estnespes)
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call me beautiful
i’ll burn both of us
down
to bone
– theysaid: I Let You Call Me Beautifull | Marty McConnell
but i’ve fed this face sunburn and city air
calloused the eyes
and let...
– theysaid: I Let You Call Me Beautifull | Marty McConnell
La parole humaine est comme un chaudron fêlé où nous battons des mélodies à...
– Gustave Flaubert (via foudre)
if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
– “Morning” by Frank O’Hara (via summersolace)
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A bird full of bones, now I’m held by a sand bag.
– The Break - Poem by Anne Sexton
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a...
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)