put some vodka in my coffee, tonight i want to be happy
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Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness /and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poetry of Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (via bookmania)
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.
Henry Miller (via macrolit)
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go” ~Hermann Hesse
November 15th, 1991 Maybe these are my glory days, and I’m not even realizing it.
I kiss him to get him to stop talking. If he keeps talking I will love him, and I don’t want to love him. I really don’t. As strategies go, it’s not my finest. Kissing is just another way of talking except without the words.
Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star (via quoted-books)
It’s your flaws I want to taste. Your brooked mouth. The way you smell after being out all day. Your knees, so eager to bend to whatever song is playing in your head. Your chest, as it rises and falls and rises and falls on the carpeted ground. Your sometimes smooth chin. Your pimpled politeness. Your tangled hair. Your good morning, every morning. I don’t want to be able to run my fingers through you easily. It is no fun writing about perfections. I want to talk about you. Flawed. Crooked. Endlessly interesting. You.
Lora Mathis, Black Coffee (via larmoyante)
“UHM, ACTUALLY,”
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