“So many people glorify and romanticize “busy”. I do not. I value purpose. I believe in resting in reason and moving in passion. If you’re always busy/moving, you will miss important details. I like the mountain. Still, but when it moves lands shift and earth quakes.”
—Joseph Cook (via inkdroptheory)
June 2013
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‘How can he not love your hair? It’s the same that grows out of his own armpits. The same hair that crawls up out of his crotch on up his stomach. All over his chest. The very same. It grows out of his nose, over his lips, and it he ever lost his razor it would grow all over his face. It’s all over his head, Hagar. It’s his hair too. He got to love it.’
‘He don’t love it at all. He hates it.’
‘No he don’t. He don’t know what he loves, but he’ll come around, honey, one of these days. How can he love himself and hate your hair?’
” —Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon (H/T The Anti-Intellect Blog)
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”
—Frida Kahlo (via allmymetaphors)
“Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can”
—Louisa May Alcott, Rose In Bloom (via bookmania)
“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”
—Woori (via babyheroin)
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“If you don’t know my name,
you don’t know your own.” –James Baldwin
Eighty miles east
of Los Angeles
a veteran chars
in the cellar
of a cabin
breathless and luminescent
blowin’ the blues away
fingers triggerin’ the air
into ash and smoke
his name was
Christopher…
