Prayer (Final Draft)
These hooded figures against the orange sky Are broken With the desire to know God. They paint love with the shadows. Their prayers weave their way Through the Spanish moss Hanging in curtains Above the Cooper River. To me, Prayers knock hard at the heart And tear at the fabric of the soul. I don’t know how to pray Without hurting. Perhaps that is what grace is, Or art. They are...
Goal for Tomorrow
WRITE SOMETHING, DAMN IT. STUPID PHOTOS (NO MATTER HOW FUNNY THEY ARE), DO NOT PERTAIN TO YOUR FUCKING LIFE. YOU HAVE BETTER SHIT TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD. Also, I hate hate hate hate the stupid hipster photos on tumblr. Haven’t you ever noticed that they are THE SAME FUCKING THING?! Girl in a floral dress, standing in the woods alone, and you can only see her legs and her waist length...
The awkward moment when someone says something to...
misskaelovesyou: They’re like: And you’re like: Then they’re like:
screamxtoxbexheardx3: wake up and realize it’s Christmas morning walk down stairs make my way over to my stocking see santa ate the mince pies and rudolf ate the carrot sit in front of the Christmas tree and stare at all the presents Run around the house and realize no one else is awake realize its actually 5 in the morning and I have to wait 2 more hours before i can open...
Layers, Cells, and Constellations: 50 book... →
katrinatea: So I’m going to follow this craze and attempt to read 50 books in the span between January 1, 2011 and January 1, 2012. If you do the math that averages out to about 4 books a month. Right now I am compiling my list of things I want to read, and then I will probably organize them by month…maybe… YES! For some reason I can’t reply, so I’m reblogging. Do books for...
I didn’t recognize, feeling like someone Out for the first time after a...– From the poem “The Elusive Something” found in Charles Simic’s new collection, Master of Disguises
I really don’t write here much about myself. I never feel like my day-to-day life is that interesting, and I forget to write about any isolated events that are somewhat intriguing. Usually I’m the only one who seems to think so. Anyways I’m going to give tumblr a rambling update about my pretty uneventful life. Here it goes. The fall semester is over, thank god. It went quickly,...
The New Yorker: Ten Great Poetry Collections of... →
newyorker: The New Yorker’s poetry editor Paul Muldoon selects ten notable poetry collections published this year. “Nox,” by Anne Carson (New Directions) “The Atlantic Tunnel,” by Paul Farley (Farrar, Straus & Giroux) “Human Chain,” by Seamus Heaney (Farrar, Straus & Giroux) “Canti” by… Got Anterooms for my birthday. I’ll go pick up Simic.
that awkward moment when santa has the same...
SKYPE SOON?! We communicate non-verbally through tumblr more than any other internet source.
I strongly advocate that you not sleep with/make out with/even crush on boys....– Kat Dunn, my ex-roommate (via dreammpop) A summation of summer of 2009.
A Great Big Intellectual Metaphor For Sex
To the Man Sitting In Front of To Me For Charles Simic Your Hollister t-shirt doesn’t fit your philosophy books Nietzsche, Sophocles, Hegel, and Kant From what I can see. You’d look better naked Isn’t philosophy nakedness? Aren’t you just trying to get life to give you A grand strip tease? I am also trying to unlock the mysteries of the soul I’m trying to undress myself with these...
Mom: How was the kegger?!?
Me: it was good, now out to breakfast with some friends
Mom: hangover food HAYYYY
is turning into a super sophisticated way of saying, “I want to fuck your brains out.”
Christianity is a faith that has no interest in power or no meaning in an...– Sufjan Stevens (via fuckyeahsufjanstevens) Yup.