February 2011
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“Toward night, frail flurries of snow. Fingernails of willows scratching frost...”
– Kevin Goodan, “Untitled [Toward night]” (link)
“One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the...”
– Wallace Stevens, “The Snow Man” (via proustitute)
“The wind blowing through your hair, the warm sun on your face, the cool ground...”
– Christina Galavizo (via laplumeabelle)
“I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to...”
– The Realm of Possibility by David Levithan (via rupturing)
“He wanted to keep walking…, out of this unforgiving city, out of his unforgiving...”
– The Winter Rose, Jennifer Donnelly (via neverlandandyou)
“Toward night, frail flurries of snow. Fingernails of willows scratching frost...”
– Kevin Goodan, “Untitled [Toward night]” (link)
I Am Running into a New Year
melancholynotes:
by Lucille Clifton
i am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that i catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what i said to myself about myself when i was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six even thirty-six but i am running into a new year and i beg what i love and i leave to...
“I have exactly twenty-five kinds of handwritings, the best (i.e., those I use...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Despair (via sixstepsback)
“And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.”
– The Magus by John Fowles (via the-final-sentence)
“She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via hederra)
January 2011
“All colors made me happy: even gray.
My eyes were such that literally they...”
– Pale Fire (excerpt) by Vladimir Nabokov (via melancholynotes)
“[When Raylene came to me, I let her touch my shoulder, let my head tilt to lean...”
– Bastard Out of Carolina by Dorothy Allison (via the-final-sentence)
“Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a...”
– Eugene O’Neill (via libraryland)
