there is no right way or wrong way

(by Alyssa Ioannou)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:38:42 +0200

"It takes so little, so infinitely little, for a person to cross the border beyond which everything..."

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:38:18 +0200

“It takes so little, so infinitely little, for a person to cross the border beyond which everything loses meaning: love, convictions, faith, history. Human life, and herein lies its secret, takes place in the immediate proximity of that border, even in direct contact with it; it is not miles away, but a fraction of an inch.”

- Milan Kundera

eyelashes (by pearled)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:35:21 +0200

eyelashes (by pearled)

"Your voice, with clear location of June days, Called me outside the window. You were there, Light..."

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:30:59 +0200

“

Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window. You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.

Then your love looked as simple and entire
As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face
As legible as pearskin’s fleck and trace,
Which promise always wine, by mottled fire
More fatal fleshed than ever human grace.

And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall
Into my hands, through all that naïve light,
It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight
As must have been the first great gift of all.

”

- June Light by Richard Wilbur

(by ƒenk)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:27:25 +0200

(by ƒenk)

Dreaming (by Peter Przybille)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:21:44 +0200

Dreaming (by Peter Przybille)

(by Lina Scheynius)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:20:30 +0200

(by Lina Scheynius)

"Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake..."

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:18:51 +0200

“Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like
his.”

- Flying at Night by Ted Kooser.

(by aaron thompson)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:16:36 +0200

(by aaron thompson)

(by Sabino .)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:15:21 +0200

(by Sabino .)

(by lieke romeijn)

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:12:53 +0200

(by lieke romeijn)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (by undergroundmess)

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:40:57 +0100

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (by undergroundmess)

"I’ve been meaning to tell you how the sky is pink here sometimes like the roof of a mouth..."

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:37:34 +0100

“

I’ve been meaning to tell
you how the sky is pink
here sometimes like the roof
of a mouth that’s about to chomp
down on the crooked steel teeth
of the city,

I remember the desperate
things we did and that I stumble
down sidewalks listening
to the buzz of street lamps
at dusk and the crush
of leaves on the pavement,

Without you here I’m viciously lonely.

”

- Boston by Aaron Smith

sea and the rhythm (by elizabeth sarah)

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:36:35 +0100

sea and the rhythm (by elizabeth sarah)

Photo

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:34:02 +0100

"Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized..."

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:34:00 +0100

“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.”

- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

rain (by Tata Uskova)

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:33:08 +0100

rain (by Tata Uskova)

(by noele l)

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:31:55 +0100

(by noele l)

"You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do..."

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:31:25 +0100

“You can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.”

- Charles Bukowski

(by artistƒriendship)

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:22:43 +0100

(by artistƒriendship)