childishnotions:

writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone 

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from wordsandcrimes with 230,092 notes

"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."

The Winter of the Air    (via motsquivont)

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from wordsandcrimes with 336,622 notes

allmymetaphors:

My favorite part of beauty and the beast is when belle is sitting on the fountain talking about her favorite book to the SHEEP because that’s totally me no one ever wants to hear about my books I relate to belle on a deeply personal level

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from allmymetaphors with 100 notes

allmymetaphors:

i’m going to post this sign in my front yard so that everyone who hangs out with me knows what they’re getting into 

allmymetaphors:

i’m going to post this sign in my front yard so that everyone who hangs out with me knows what they’re getting into 

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from allmymetaphors with 1,959 notes

"Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget."

William S. Burroughs (via allmymetaphors)

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from allmymetaphors with 10,298 notes

lzlabs:

Arts of Love

you are the arts of my love

I want to play you like a piano

sing you like a song

write you like a love poem

and paint you like Van Gogh

 

 

 

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from lzlabs with 29 notes

allmymetaphors:

i’m really happy with this piece idk why

allmymetaphors:

i’m really happy with this piece idk why

6 Jun 2013 / Reblogged from allmymetaphors with 6,252 notes

21 May 2013 / Reblogged from allmymetaphors with 36,312 notes

"I thought of all the books I’d loved and lost: every one of Kurt Vonnegut’s novels; I’ve read them all, loved them all, but I somehow don’t own a single one. Same with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Aside from my parents’ copy of The Great Gatsby, which I “borrowed” when I left for college, all of my Fitzgerald books are missing. Were they all library books? Certainly, two decades of weekly library visits limits one’s personal library. Did they go home with my roommates when college ended? What about The Tao of Physics? I read it on the subway. Did I leave it on the “Read and Ride” display at the Boston T-station in Porterhouse Square? Or give it to a boy I was trying to impress? I left some books with my new friends when I returned from a summer spent in (then) Czechoslavakia because it was difficult for them to acquire contemporary fiction in English: Pat Conroy’s The Prince of Tides, Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Misery by Stephen King. I miss the art books and Buddhism books I divvied up with my former husband. And I know I’ve loaned many a favorite book to anyone and everyone, a booksellers’ addiction: the deep-rooted compulsion to put books in other people’s hands, wanting others to experience the same joys, pleasures, surprises, that I have been lucky enough to find in them."

my friend and former boss Allison Hill on books she’s loved and lost. (via italicsmine)

20 May 2013 / Reblogged from italicsmine with 56 notes

"You’re a different human being to everyone you meet."

Chuck Palahniuk, Rant (via imfantasyparade)

20 May 2013 / Reblogged from quote-book with 8,600 notes