You are Dante's Fireplace

"dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:44:59 -0400

“

dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)

trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)

honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at this wedding)

never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for god likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)

”

- ee cummings, 95 poems, “60” (via oldmanflower)

Andrea Gibson and me, after reading some brilliant poetry in...

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:13:48 -0400

Andrea Gibson and me, after reading some brilliant poetry in Denver.

"I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving. You are a..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 17:30:40 -0400

“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving. You are a stone. We weep together and make a bed for rain.”

- —-Frida Kahlo (via wingspan)

Hey! Seems like its been a while since you were last on here, but I just wanted to let you know that I find your blog rather fantastic! The combination of quotes, photos, and your own writing is stunning. I hope it's not too weird that I basically read your whole Tumblr, I just really love it haha.

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 22:36:02 -0400

Thanks, friend. Kind words do a person well.

"i think of her smart hips and the days left before their unhinging. our love was redder than the..."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 21:19:55 -0400

“i think of her smart hips and the days left
before their unhinging.
our love was redder than the eyes of Macarthur,
our love was blacklisted and strong.
our love was a brawl in the street with spectacles on —
eyes of butterfly knives, brass knuckle sex,
crowbar quarrels,
and the nunchucks of my mouth
which I use
with great dramatic aplomb and theatrical flash
and always end up knocking myself unconscious”

- Derrick Brown (via rarararambles)

"All booze is just a sleeping pill now, I close my eyes. Love. You taste like someone waving. I try..."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 21:18:34 -0400

“

All booze is just a sleeping pill now,
I close my eyes. Love.
You taste like someone waving.

I try and drink away the thing in my brain
that makes me wish these lines
are really what I feel.

Sometimes living is a swiss bliss
and sometimes it’s a rot popsicle.
The difference between bad living and bad loving
is a slipped keystroke.

”

- Derrick C. Brown (via rarararambles)

"Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are..."

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 16:05:42 -0400

“Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.”

- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via arpeggia)

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Sat, 23 Mar 2013 16:02:24 -0400

"I never fall apart, because I never fall together."

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 16:01:38 -0400

“I never fall apart, because I never fall together.”

- Andy Warhol (via loveyourchaos)

"we will love. no punchline. no fancy statements. no perfect structures. we will love."

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 23:41:34 -0400

“we will love.
no punchline.
no fancy statements.
no perfect structures.

we will love.”

- Beau Sia; excerpt from “Reverse Engineering” (via larmoyante)

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Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:52:36 -0400

"Let me be the first to say that I know the name for everything and if I don’t I’ll make them up:..."

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:48:36 -0400

“

Let me be the first to say
that I know the name for everything
and if I don’t I’ll make them up:
dukkha, naufragio, talinhaga.
Just like the young
whose hearts give no shame,
I love the excesses of beauty,
there is never enough sunlight
in the world I will live in,
never enough room for love.

I fear none of us will last long enough
to prove what I’ve always suspected,
that the sky is a membrane
in an angel’s skull,
trees talk to each other at night,
ice is water in a state of silence,
the embryo listens to everything we say.

I am afraid for the child skipping rope
on the corner of my street,
the girl on the train with flowers in her hair,
the man whose memory is entirely
in Spanish. I am more afraid of losing consciousness
when I go to sleep, or that in my sleep
I will grow old and forget how desire
once drove me mad with wakefulness.

Just like the perfect seasons
they will die
and I will die
and you will die also;
no one knows who will go first,
and this is the source
of all my grief.

”

- “Subterranean,” Eric Gamalinda (via commovente)

"And I know every belt that has hit someone’s back was still a belt that was built to hold something..."

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:46:11 -0400

“And I know every belt that has hit someone’s back was still a belt that was built to hold something up.”

- “Letter to the Playground Bully” by Andrea Gibson (via sovietnarwhal)

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Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:45:00 -0400

"men want to fix you save you or fuck you I can’t be fixed and I don’t care to be saved"

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:44:54 -0400

“

men
want to fix you
save you
or fuck you

I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved

”

- Jeanann Verlee, “men” (via oofpoetry)

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Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:48:43 -0400

"I grabbed the tea kettle too many times this is how I learned not to touch things"

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 20:57:43 -0400

“I grabbed the tea kettle too many times
this is how I learned not to touch things”

- Anis Mojgani, Falling Lessons (excerpt)

"I don’t remember lighting this cigarette and I don’t remember if I’m here alone or waiting for..."

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 20:57:32 -0400

“I don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone”

- Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via meditationsonisolde)

"I want to eat your sparrow, come here. I want to lick your sparrow claws come here. I want to cut..."

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 13:16:54 -0400

“I want to eat your sparrow, come
here. I want to lick your sparrow claws come
here. I want to cut your sorrows out
you’re hollowed out. Come here.
I want to suck your fingers off.
Come here.
I want to give you your history back.
Your fingers back. I want to tell you yes.
Come back. I want to show you my pressure,
my heavy, my opened and clothes, my under
and o’s. Come here. I want to finger
your bones back. I want to sew your bones back
I want to re-blood your history.
I want to undo you like a mystery
novel. Is this the kitchen? The table-saw?
Is this your memory? Your tree-dream? You’re declawed.
I want to give you your teeth back. Your teeth marks.
I want to spit back your teeth-pull. I want to unhinge your heart-jaws.
Come here. I want to sit you down on the bed and give you back
my years. Here. I breathed your name into the leaves.
Here. I breathed you back into the trees. Here. This is your tree-dream
this is your tree-house, this is a bedroom, this is a silver broom
this is a shallow dream. This is my tree-dirt, my bee shirt.
This is my honey-stalk and these are your climbing shoes.
Harmonica me to sleep again. Put your sparrow on my back skin.”

- Kallie Falandays, “I Want To Tell You Yes” (via commovente)

thesadsundays: it’s amazing how much of feminism is white middle-upper class women complaining that...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 12:38:58 -0400

thesadsundays:

it’s amazing how much of feminism is white middle-upper class women complaining that they can’t dominate/exploit others in the same way white men can