February 2012
12 posts
Write me a letter
with my back as your paper
and fingers as ink.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to...
– Henry Rollins (via julie911)
This. Always.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
– Virginia Woolf (via delucazade)
She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife...
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via corona-borealis)
January 2012
11 posts
I reached out my hands, and held happiness cautiously.
It was so small and...
– Anonymous (via thepajamawarrior)
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo...
– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell (via date-a-girl-who-reads)
The storm begins when the air becomes heavy and agitated, the apoplectic attack...
– Michel Foucault (via atomos)
December 2011
18 posts
We dated and she’s an incredibly important person that I lived with for a long...
– Justin Vernon on the meaning behind Skinny Love (via saddest-summer)
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
– Anonymous (via zip54701)
The first draft of anything is shit.
– Ernest Hemingway (via bookmania)
A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and...
– Lisa Kleypas, Sugar Daddy (via anditslove)
Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I...
– Haruki Murakami, interviewed in The Guardian. (via robotnic)
November 2011
30 posts
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine...
– Mitch Albom (The Five People You Meet in Heaven)
Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
– Anne Frank (via tpyo)
Will you close my eyes,
these tired and weary eyes,
and kiss me to sleep?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
A book, too, can be a star, ‘explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via -daydream-believer-)