shadeofvampire:

“This is my daughter, for Pete’s sake. She’s a chunk of my soul, a piece of my heart, a reason for why I’ve fought everything that life and the universe have thrown at me since the day she was born.”

- Ben Novak, A Shade of Vampire 73: A Search for Death (p. 194). 

larmoyante:

“When you look at the sun during your walking meditation, the mindfulness of the body helps you to see that the sun is in you; without the sun there is no life at all and suddenly you get in touch with the sun in a different way.”

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

freelance-philosopher:

“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden

writingandshitt:

I love you like flesh-burnt open sky. like blood-on-teeth, that stark red between my gums. I love you like sun in my hair, sand beneath my fingernails, ocean wave in the hold of my voice. like fist to a mirror, tongue tight to your thigh, trail of heat in the only language we both understand.

I love you all that rotted-out wood, like the horizon crying thunder, a sun that won’t rise. like surviving the forest fire, like the chalky ground caving under the weight of all that feeling, all those burnings we can’t put a name to. I love you a bloodless body, a handful of bones snapped and dry.

I love you like take the punch, kiss the pavement, scream the sky. I love you all that fire. like face the flood. like the world is over, empty, rotten, but it’s you and for you I breathe on.

I love you like kill the light, flip the switch, let the darkness exhale wet breath to the sky. like hold me, please. like don’t go, even when my back is to you and i’ve opened up that door. like know me, please, know me wild and tender. know me in wind and rain.

I love you like know you in any world, with any pain, in any language. like not a choice but if it were i’d make it every time. I love you like your own heart beating, that coarse breath rattling your lungs. I love you like scorched heat fading into the sun. I love you all hands down, eyes up, let the world be done. I love you and it never ends. it never ends. it’s never gone.

march 2nd

writingandshitt:

here’s how it looks:

a sea not too far away,

the heat mollified by wind and the spill of night,

fruit, lots of it,

and sweat from the sun fixed high and swollen in the company of white clouds,

wine not too sweet:

something full-bodied and lucid.

enough excitement to spin into words,

not an endless summer but an endless cycle of highs and lows,

the lows are important.

don’t leave out the lows.

architecture like an indie movie,

distressed

comfortable

staggering enough to make you stop

and think twice.

white sheets

of course,

pasta fresh like greenwich village Raffetto’s in the spring,

an ocean not a pool.

rocks - big ones,

so we could lay out in the sun and feel it from both sides.

warm rain soaking dry earth,

a garden born twice and alive with color.

kissing hard and deliberate,

clashing teeth,

sweet lips against the taut skin of my abdomen,

our bedroom attached to a balcony overlooking the field

and the darkened silhouette of the mountains to the left,

we leave the doors open at night,

we stain the sheets with our laughter,

a wide-open night sky the only witness to our own take on paradise

you and i dancing through the whole thing.

not even a murmur of regret.

to hold a life like this in the soft flesh of your palm,

not just between the solitary winters of wherever you are now.

to taste it,

to memorize features,

to take pictures so as to remind yourself that yes, at one point it really was this good.

i think it’s true that sometimes we live only for what could be.

january 28th

purplebuddhaquotes:

“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”

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