el sueño de la razón produce monstruos.

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit // Jeanette Winterson

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:18:21 -0400

There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other’s names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit // Jeanette Winterson

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:17:07 -0400

One thing I am certain of, I do not want to be betrayed, but that’s quite hard to say, casually, at the beginning of a relationship. It’s not a word people use very often, which confuses me because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal, wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else’s.

"Like our hearts: darkness showed us their capacity. Our full hearts—at the time, they seemed so..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 06:38:35 -0400

“Like our hearts: darkness
showed us their capacity.
Our full hearts—at the time, they seemed so impressive.”

- From the Japanese (The Triumph of Achilles), Louise Glück (via rememo)

moonii: “I don’t believe in men’s wear or women’s wear, I just...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:59:08 -0400

moonii:

“I don’t believe in men’s wear or women’s wear, I just like what I like.”

PREACH

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:51:58 -0400

"I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:41:09 -0400

“I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”

- Frédéric Chopin (via decembrist)

"I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:18:19 -0400

“I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.”

- Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours (2002)

"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:26:04 -0400

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”

- F.Scott Fitzgerald (via langste)

"I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 18:53:12 -0400

“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”

- Richard Siken (via poemsbydes)

And I can wear her halos as handcuffs.

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:12:43 -0400

- Andrea Gibson

"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."

Sat, 11 May 2013 11:52:09 -0400

“I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.”

- Rudy Francisco (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

"The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his."

Sat, 11 May 2013 11:51:12 -0400

“The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.”

- Oscar Wilde (via penseesduchoeur)

rah rah every person ever. #thishasbeenanemopost

Fri, 10 May 2013 23:02:44 -0400

rah rah every person ever. #thishasbeenanemopost

62words: She was a wreck – the tangy scent of campfire embedded in her ragged sweatshirt, remnants...

Fri, 10 May 2013 23:02:00 -0400

62words:

She was a wreck – the tangy scent of campfire embedded in her ragged sweatshirt, remnants of coal and ash smeared along her forearms, the dead pine needles tangled in her fiery hair. He found himself staring at her with a bit more intensity than “casual hooking up” allows for; she shot her lopsided grin at him. This was about to get complicated.

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Fri, 10 May 2013 22:58:24 -0400

"You said stay, so I did."

Thu, 09 May 2013 01:19:14 -0400

“You said stay, so I did.”

- 6-Word Story, #63 (via mostlyfiction)

scoutingny: Attention Science Nerds! In New York City, you can...

Sat, 04 May 2013 09:27:20 -0400

scoutingny:

Attention Science Nerds! In New York City, you can actually stand at the corner of Ampere & Ohm Avenue!

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Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:25:32 -0400

#the fuck u say about my box

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:24:41 -0400

#the fuck u say about my box

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:20:22 -0400

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”