Tuesday, July 30, 2013


“He must have known I'd want to leave you."

"No, he must have known you would always want to come back.” 

“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”

“Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?”

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.” -Nietzsche 

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" "I don't want to grow up."

Humans of New York

"'Cause growing up is awfuller

Than all the awful things that ever were.
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up,
No sir,
Not I,
Not me,
So there!"

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

The New Yorker

“Maybe if I’m choosy about what I read on my longish interborough commute, the right guy—one with superlative taste who’s curious enough to make a move—will be drawn to me by the tractor beam the open book in my hands emits …

I’ve reviewed my journals, made a list of the most attractive qualities of potential soul mates past (setting aside their less desirable traits—e.g., substance addiction, monomaniacal narcissism, commitment phobia), and distilled it into archetypes of the charming men I hope to meet, if fate wills it, somewhere in the New York City public transit system."


"Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a stage with only yourself as audience.”

My boy Coleman on the right.

*swooning, can't swoon enough*

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Searching in the easy silence 
for a dry

After our kisses are caught and released back into the wild,

our mouths stagger away,
 still anesthetized,
 still searching in the easy silence 
for a dry,
 flat place to start
stacking words again.” 

I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive.

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever." -Picoult

Monday, July 15, 2013

'The Mockingbird Murder Mystery'

"I got a mickey from Ricky!"

"Baby, I know what you crave."

"And you Sir Dr. How can a man so young have eyes so old?"

"I do a lot of reading."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

She looked up at him as he took a step toward the door; she looked at him without the slightest idea as to what was in his head, she saw him take another step in slow motion, turn and look at her again, and she wanted for a moment to hold him and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him.”

Nayyirah Waheed

“She asked, ‘you are in love, what does love look like?’ To which I replied, ‘like everything I’ve ever lost came back to me.’”

Thursday, July 11, 2013

The best part.

"To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them."

"Take time to read it slowly to yourself or out loud. I don’t have Hamlet’s wit (or Shakespeare’s of course) but every logical or doubtful step from line to line expresses better how hard I thought about the advantages and cursed (as I thought) disadvantages against suicide. The speech, for the most part, stayed my hand. As it did Hamlet’s." -Stephen Fry

Clint Eastwood greeting a fan in 1969


Let it come, the night— 
I can take it all, right now, 

burn it to the ground
 and you, beneath it, 

I can love you into ash 

and make the sun rise red.”

You Belong To Me

The Deep Blue Sea - Film Clip by Flixgr


"...He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals
It will undo him.”

Lysander Anderson

i. in our minds, you
and i
made gods out of ourselves,

but when i wanted to
run, i found
the match you used

( i didn’t know
you’d already made
a god in my image )

ii. the flames danced
a dance of
blood and ichor

iii. “come.
( when did we begin to
bleed gold )

stay,” you said
“watch the world

i set it all
alight for

Shakespearean Clue

Click it!

"Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves. They are not the first of fortune's slave, and shall not be the last."

Define heaven

“I heard somebody define heaven once,” she said, looking at Pearl, “as a place where, when you get there, all the dogs you ever loved run to greet you.” -Robert B. Parker

There was no love like his. 

Wednesday, July 10, 2013


“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” -Rumi

“You will hear thunder and remember me, 
and think: she wanted storms."

I will love you when you are a still day.
 I will love you when you are a hurricane.

I am not the first person you loved.
 You are not the first person I looked at
 with a mouthful of forevers. We 
have both known loss like the sharp edges 
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
 more scar tissue than skin. Our love came 
unannounced in the middle of the night.
 Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
 that has to be part
 of its miracle.

This is how we heal. 
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You 
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms 
will bandage and we will press promises 
between us like flowers in a book. 
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat 
on your skin. I will write novels to your scars.  I will write a dictionary 
of all the words I have used trying 
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
 finally found you.

And I will not be afraid 
of your scars.

I know sometimes 
it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection,
 but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
 more brilliant than the sun 
or the nights you collapse into my lap
, your body broken into a thousand questions --
 you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. 
I will love you when you are a still day. 
I will love you when you are a hurricane." -Clementine von Radics

The Summer of Hamlet begins. (But when is it not, really?)

“Tesla was 84, and he died in a hotel, completely broke and alone. In love with a pigeon. This is a nightmare. I’m in hell. This is hell. I’m talking about Tesla in my puke. Tesla was the electric Jesus. I can’t breathe.” #happybirthdayNikolaTesla #drunkhistory

Lovers by love

“They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love." -Gregory Maguire

"So, magic and stuff...A bit like Harry Potter."

"Just wait until book 7... Oh, I cried."

Augusten Burroughs

“Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth to yours and blow
down your throat
 you are so full 

Exigencies of the body

 "If big breasts were the markers of sexuality and fertility, what was left for small-breasted women? Actresses like Katharine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn ... represented something quite different. They were not symbols of sex, but of upper-class elegance. It was as if they were above the exigencies of the body."