March 2011
“Since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not be afraid.”
—E.E. Cummings (via imfantasyparade)
“The very impulse to write, I think, springs from an inner chaos crying for order, for meaning, and that meaning must be discovered in the process of writing or the work lies dead as it is finished.”
—Arthur Miller (via asireallyam)
85
85
“They have not chosen me,” he said,
“But I have chosen them!”
Brave—Broken hearted statement—
Uttered in Bethlehem!
I could not have told it,
But since Jesus dared—
Sovereign! Know a Daisy
They dishonor shared!
85
85
“They have not chosen me,” he said,
“But I have chosen them!”
Brave—Broken hearted statement—
Uttered in Bethlehem!
I could not have told it,
But since Jesus dared—
Sovereign! Know a Daisy
They dishonor shared!
“And after all it won’t take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don’t want
I learned that with you” —Let it die, Feist (via kari-shma)
Now I know what I don’t want
I learned that with you” —Let it die, Feist (via kari-shma)
“This world is hopeless, but I love it anyway.”
—Slightly Stoopid Ft. G. Love and Special Sauce - Mellow Mood (via mochefille)
A fresh clean sheet...
Or replaceable by a not so lovely noun as “shit”. Yes, a fresh clean sheet to shit out verbal diahoerra. I suppose this would make for a first post at 0134 where the humidity is intensifying my need to bathe coupled with my hands, redolent of butter and stained with food colouring as well…….
Ho hum.
Speechless.
Remind me to tie my words
with a ribbon and wrap it around my fingers,
so the next time you come, whistling my way,
my words wouldn’t slip me, I would know what to say.
