story of my life
(Source: man-thing)
(Source: mansguilt)
Robert Browning, born today.
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
David Foster Wallace
(Source: entropicarus)
(Source: mansguilt)
(Source: mansguilt)
she is all things i want to be
(Source: mansguilt)
(Source: danavore)
“————————————It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that cannot die”
William Wordsworth, from “Nutting”
“No, my pygmy pacifist, my anger is my own.
It is the sweetener I use to taste the the world.
It trickles from my body like sweat.
How could my love be so great if that love
throbbed unqualified? Return to sleep,
oh superfluous one, and we’ll stand sentry
above your uselessness—I with my doubting,
my anger with its club, and melancholy
with its constant image of a double world:
the one, our burden, and the other, our dream.”
Stephen Dobyns, from “Spleen”
“Nothing is less real than realism … details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.”
Georgia O’Keefe
“I should never have been in Love if People had not talked of Love to me.”
Aphra Behn, translation of La Rochefoucauld
“I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind—and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town.”
William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
“I don’t even like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, ‘Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.’”
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