“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that’s happiness.”
—Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via larmoyante)
June 2013
1 post
April 2013
13 posts
“Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.”
—writingsforwinter (via emceelizziegibson)
“And I am jealous
of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go.” —Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go.” —Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
“When you ask me to describe fear I say my mother
smelling vodka on my breath at seventeen. I say loss
is trauma stealing an entire month from my memories.
Superheroes always have broken hearts and tragic
back stories so maybe I’m doing OK. In my dreams we
are brave enough to leap tall buildings in a single
bound and see through walls and also never lie to
each other.
Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.
” —Superheroes, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
smelling vodka on my breath at seventeen. I say loss
is trauma stealing an entire month from my memories.
Superheroes always have broken hearts and tragic
back stories so maybe I’m doing OK. In my dreams we
are brave enough to leap tall buildings in a single
bound and see through walls and also never lie to
each other.
Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.
” —Superheroes, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
“People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.”
—Chuck Palahniuk (via augustwritings)
March 2013
18 posts
“But some people can’t tell where it hurts.
They can’t calm down.
They can’t ever stop howling.” —Margaret Atwood (via rabbitinthemoon)
They can’t calm down.
They can’t ever stop howling.” —Margaret Atwood (via rabbitinthemoon)
“Lately it’s been hard to live in my body.
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.
But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.” —Bodily, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.
But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.” —Bodily, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
