An effect, a cosmetic

I'm a little uncertain about this thing called certainty.

“I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.”

– Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via winesburgohio)

“A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.”

– Oscar Wilde

“Be with her because you actually want to be with her, because you actually see a potential future with her, not because you are used to being with her, not because you’re scared of the thought that being without them will ruin you. The point of being in a relationship is to enjoy each other’s company, is to be there to support each other when they need it most. No one person, defines who you are. They only compliment you.”

Marvin King (via poppunkpopcorn)

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.”

– Mary Oliver, from Don’t Hesitate (via sigh-twombly)

“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”

– Thomas Merton (via sigh-twombly)

francine:

“I was sleeping, and you woke me
To walk on the chilled shore
Of a night with no memory,
Till your voice forsook my ear
Till your two hands withdrew
And I was empty of tears,
On the edge of a bricked and streeted sea
And a cold hill of stars.” 


― Philip Larkin

“The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.”

– Walden, H. W. Thoreau (via mycolorbook)

“Life isn’t meant to be an all or nothing battle between misery and bliss. Life isn’t meant to be a battle at all. And when it comes to happiness, well, sometimes life is just OK. Sometimes it’s comfortable, sometimes wonderful, sometimes boring, sometimes uncomfortable. When your day’s not perfect, it’s not a failure or a terrible loss. It’s just another day.”

– Barbara Sher (via sigh-twombly)

“Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all on their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.”

– Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via larmoyante)

fluttering-slips:

You Have to Be Careful

You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.

What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.

—Naomi Shihab Nye