Hope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul; And sings the tune...– Emily Dickinson (via brokenmachine) (via quote-book)
the jump is so frightening between where i am and where i want to...– mary anne radmacher
jets to brazil “in the summer’s when you really know” in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and i’m sweet nothings come hell i’m your lover your man your friend your fair weather it’s a world stopped afternoon passion legs your wordless all blue routes to your birth place chalk white wincing pretty in it summer dress your hair’s wet and gets...
Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on...– Mary Manin Morrissey (via brokenmachine)
i am humbled in this city there seems to be an endless sea of people like us...– the weepies, “painting by chagall”
Now in a summer’s day, spring a ripened plum How will you live under the...– the weepies, “how you survived the war”
The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past...– Marcel Pagnol
not unlike the toaster, i control darkness.– Christopher Moore (You Suck: A Love Story)
“c’mon (on my own)” - chester...
…Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes,...– Stephen King (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)
Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too...– Janet Fitch (via suzywire)
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what...– Neil Gaiman (via suzywire)
Folks who are soft and helpless sometimes make the most noise. They can obstruct...– Bob Dylan (via fuckyeahbobdylan) (via suzywire)
The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel...– Into The Wild (via flighhtlessbird) (via suzywire)
passion will make you crazy, but is there any other way to live?– howard hughes
“last night” - motion city soundtrack I’m still frustrated from last night Things happened at half-time, I’m sick of the bends My panic research was no help I sink into myself Afraid of the fall that never ends I wait, but I’m too tired to play pretend I suffocate until the end No time for halfhearted goodbyes, I turn on the spotlight and flee from the scene ...
“last night” - motion city soundtrack