ebebtaylor: “Waiting isn’t the issue the problem is girls love Jesus more than my dick”
Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.– Anna Kamienska, from “A Nest of Quiet,” trans. Clare Cavanagh (via proustitute)
There is a kind of pressure in humans to take whatever is most beloved by them...– Anne Carson, from “Book of Isaiah” (via proustitute)
… in your absence, once again, I will begin drafting apologies in a language...– Timothy Donnelly, from “Globus Hystericus” (via proustitute)
In my soul’s vast void it misses a sun it misses that which illuminates It is...– Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Dans l’abri-caverne,” trans. proustitute (via proustitute)
If you give love, you lose love.– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, trans. Margaret Jull Costa (via proustitute)
I should only keep my eyes on books.
One girl is constantly on my mind. The only girl who actually cared and worried for me, gave me rides home, took me out to the movies and to lunch. Then I treat her “like dirt”, to use her own words. I should seek happiness not within people, merely my work and my thoughts so that I may be alone and no longer lonely.
The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of...– Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love is upon the world!– William Carlos Williams, from “Love Song” (via proustitute)
Love with you like I was under a Fermata. Now that the times Are changing, I...– Ariana Reines, from “[Trying to see the proportional relation]” (via proustitute)
Ryan I love you.
I Love my Teachers.
“Andy, How are you feeling? The faculty and I thought we’d check in to see how you are progressing. Hopefully you feel better soon. Also, I wanted to see if you think you are planning to attend the Homerathon, provided you are on the mend by then. Mr. Dukette”
Ryan, This will make you giggle. →
if you do not love me I shall not be loved if I do not love you I shall not...– Samuel Beckett, from “Cascando” (adapted from sharingpoetry)
Over beyond the moon there, I loved a love once, And, may be, more times…– Ezra Pound, from “Au Jardin” (via proustitute)
Of what is lost, irretrievably lost, all I wish to recover is the daily...– Roberto Bolaño, Antwerp (via fuckyeahrobertobolano)
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open...– Mary Oliver, from “Lead” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)
How easily our loved ones leave us, speeding into sunsets, maiming us with...– Larissa Szporluk, from “Sea Lettuce” (via ahuntersheart)
When we die our bodies powder, our bodies the vessel & the vessel...– Nick Flynn, from “Statuary” (via proustitute)
And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them...– Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via proustitute)
A Humbling Experience.
Today was the day that my Grandfather, Father, and I buried the ashes of my uncle who passed earlier this year. On the way to the cemetery, my father asked me to hold his ashes. It was during those moments that “it” hit me. I was holding in my lap, within a container held in a bag, my uncle. A life who once was, but is now reduced to nothing but a paper bag. It was then that I was...
“Listening not to me but to the Logos, it is wise to agree that all is one.” - Heraclitus
“Hey Andy, C’mere!” “D’okay” “There’s this girl I know who thinks your cute. She doesn’t go here, but she’s really hot and scene (I get horribly confused at this word) but I’ll tell her to add you on facebook. KBYE” “Dum…what, wait…why? OH GOD COME BACK”
I hate and I love. Why? You might ask. I don’t know. But I feel it happening...– Catullus, fragment 85, translated by Anne Carson (via senseofchampagnechic)
‘Ah,’ replied M. de Charlus, with the transcendent smile of the intellectual who...– Marcel Proust, Sodom et Gomorrhe, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via bookoflead)
Humans are animals.
1. As evolved creatures, we obviously have generalized morals of what we think is good and bad. Take away everything that we know and create a world completely without any bias of any kind. Take away our civilizations, our towns and cities, and sophistication. What are then if everything is stripped away from us? Wild animals. As wild animals, we are instinctive, as we know other wild animals...
There is no other immortality: in the cold spring, the purple violets open....– Louise Glück, from “Hyacinth” (via proustitute)
NGF: …when you mix white and black you get grey…not brown. Miller:...– skype
The cypress is the tree’s grief and not the tree, and it has no shadow because...– Bassam Hajjar, trans. Fady Joudah (via proustitute)