January 2012
December 2011
Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to...
– Anton Chekhov (via elina-astra)
The Talkers (poem) →
panchodelaluna:
(to Mademoiselle Myta)
The Talkers
(Poet’s Note: a very brief history of a future meeting)
We talked as if the moon had nervously pulled the tide of words out of our mouths waking and seizing us like the wild sea. We suddenly went to places, crossed cities, invaded towns, yet our roots, still, abandoned on the moon that breathed between teacups and cigarette smoke. Our teeth...
You only lose what you cling to.
– Buddha (via buddhistintraining
)
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you...
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via pavorst)
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own...
– Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via pavorst
)
He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
– Francis Bacon (via sigewif
)