I miss you and sleep just isn’t the same.
Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.
Why don’t you tell me that, ‘if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’”
“No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
“No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
“
| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via ahundredwordsforsnow) |
it is only
once in a while
that you see
someone whose
electricity
and prescence
matches yours
at that
moment
and then
usually it’s
a stranger.
it was 3 or 4
years ago
i was walking on
Sunset Blvd
toward Vermont
when
a block away
i noticed a
figure moving
toward me.
there was something
in her carriage
and in her walk
which
attracted
me.
as we came
closer
the intensity
increased.
suddenly
i knew her
entire history:
she had lived
all her life
with men
who had never really
known her.
as she approached
i became almost
dizzy.
i could hear her
footsteps as
she approached.
i looked into
her face.
she was as
beautiful
as i had
imagined she
would be.
as we passed
our eyes fucked
and loved and
sang to each
other
and then
she moved
past me.
i walked on
not looking
back.
then
when i looked
back
she was
gone.
what is one
to do
in a world
where almost everything
worth having
or doing
is
impossible?
I went into
a coffee shop
and decided that
if i ever saw
her again somehow,
I’d say
“listen, please
i just must
speak to
you…”
I never saw her
again
I never will.
the iron in our
society silences
a man’s
heart
and when you
silence a man’s
heart
you leave him
finally with only
a cock.
“
| — | Once In A While by Charles Bukowski (via istillbelieveinthis) |
that night when you kissed me i left a poem in your mouth
you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out
and it’s not the best thing i’ve ever written
i’m still working on my rhythm
my tongue gets tied sometimes
my throat gets dry
my hands start trembling honestly
the only thing i’ve mastered is how to write a really good ending
but i’m getting pretty tired of finish lines
so this morning i bought a needle and thread
and started stitching you a sunrise
you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out
and it’s not the best thing i’ve ever written
i’m still working on my rhythm
my tongue gets tied sometimes
my throat gets dry
my hands start trembling honestly
the only thing i’ve mastered is how to write a really good ending
but i’m getting pretty tired of finish lines
so this morning i bought a needle and thread
and started stitching you a sunrise
“
| — | Andrea Gibson, “Yarn” (via agradschoolbreakup) |
untitled by rocketrictic on Flickr.
This person rocketrictic on Flickr has made all these lovely watercolors (I think they are watercolors?) featuring quotes from my books. I didn’t even know that flickr was still a thing, but these paintings are beautiful.
