remember that moment when you just finished a book, looked around and realized that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback?
DEAD BEATS: Nightmare of the Limping Painter by... →
deadbeatsblog: My globes are spinning from the clean mechanics And the unholy slate of alphabetical fate. Here, where they are rearranging emotion and making up the noun, Where they are configuring personality and sleeping safe and sound, I find myself incarcerated like a whisper in the sheet. But…
I cried sobbingly until at last those visions reeking with blood came to comfort...– Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask
squid milk javelin: man to boy →
pavorst: “Women love being desired. You pull her close to you and begin to kiss her, gently at first but then more and more fiercely. Chances are, she’ll kiss you back. If she doesn’t then what do you have to lose? Your cheek might be red from her slaps. Your ribs might sting from the cut of her nails. Your heart might break. But you will have felt the softness of her lips. You will have touched...
Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and...– Ernest Hemingway
…sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save...– Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero
You're My Thoughts #03
It has been typical to notice your absence everyday. You robbed me once a piece of gravity I never even bothered to redeem. Perhaps, I want you to have it. Left to its own devices, my mind runs rampant little flickers on a mental-made photographic album of us, where pictures don’t just tell a thousand words or a story, but metaphorizes the magical pictures in Harry Potter’s wizarding...
In Matters of the Heart
To love is a beautiful, mysterious event; do not miss it. Be neither too cautious nor too absorbed. Too many of us reason with our hearts and experience with our heads. It cannot be so. The heart knows no logic beyond need and desire; the head has no senses except the common and the pragmatic. Neither, frankly, is useful in love anyway. Rely on your sixth sense, that little voice...
A Mirror by Adam Hayes
deadbeatsblog: If a mirror faced a mirror, What would the mirror see? A mirror and a mirror, Mirrors to infinity! Thus, if we could face ourselves, This is what we’d see: We’d see ourselves a million times. We’d see as others see. So, before you taunt someone For how they seem to be, Remember, they can’t see themselves, Themselves as others see. But we can never see ourselves, ...
Heartache Warfare #01
DEAD. The world somehow turned pitch dark, devoid of its conventional lushes. Everything is pallid, grey. Whatever about the world seems to loose its mundane cosmos. In an overturn, it portrays the impression of depopulation. The cacophony of mid-air, babbling noise fainted in spur moment. I shut my eyes. In my mind, the world is with one foot in the grave, slipping away, fading… Listen,...
That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she’d never have...– Janet Fitch (via pavorst)
RIZAL FOR MY THOUGHTS