“To top it off, the instructor said she hoped the fathers had been working out because the umbilical cord is hard to cut through. Jim freaked - he hasn’t been to the gym in years. Apparently that was just a bit of doula humor, but Jim was still concerned. He’s spending the rest of his day lifting weights, and stopping by Sam’s Club to buy watch batteries in bulk. He’s going to be such a cute dad.”
—Pam’s baby blog (via labeledbones)
March 2010
the past versus the present
At the time when he thought he was losing you, he asked if you remembered how you two used to sleep, skin beside skin, your hand reaching for his and holding it against the center of your chest, hoping he would always feel what you felt underneath it all, and just know he would always be better than the rest.
You said you did. But that was so long ago.. and now, things are just different.
“Many people think that if they were only in some other place, or had some other job, they would be happy. Well, that is doubtful. So get as much happiness out of what you are doing as you can and don’t put off being happy until some future date.”
—Dale Carnegie (via thresca) (via liveelaughlovee) (via kimm—) (via inwaves)
“People often miss the silver lining because they seem to always expect gold.”
—Unknown (via carmela)
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.”
—
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
(via contrasts)
(via blurthelines)
“This is how you make the meaning, you take two things and try to define the space between them.”
—from You Are Jeff - Richard Siken (via scantmusic)
“Actually, you said Love, for you,
is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s
terrifying. No one
will ever want to sleep with you.” —Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, by Richard Siken (via xyztequals0000)
is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s
terrifying. No one
will ever want to sleep with you.” —Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, by Richard Siken (via xyztequals0000)
“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”
—David Foster Wallace (via dying-by-degrees)
You're open.
Pep Talk: You’re understanding of the past and uncommitted to the future. Anything could happen in the present and you’re as prepared as anybody. Bring it, life.
Today remind yourself: I’m open.
Cue uncontrollable weeping at one's desk, all over one's script for the promos for the finale of Fantasia For Real. →
latimes.com
Triple-dog-dare you to read about Joannie Rochette’s short program, two days after her mother suddenly died at the Olympics, without WEEPING ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING DESK.
edited to add: or to watch other people talking about it.
As soon as Rod Black said “the first time she’ll skate without her mother watching” pretty much did me in. So, so sad. But I am SO proud of her.
“The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.”
—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via boondocks)
“Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch, because you’ve got a mind and body to exercise, and that is your lot, to exercise and use it as much as you can, never mind whose got a better or worse body and mind, but stretch it as far as you can”
—Sylvia Plath (via sweetambiguity)
So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.
The passion poesy, glories infinite: Love Letter - Sylvia Plath →
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Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just toe me an inch, no—
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness,…
Poetry Daily: Tulips by Sylvia Plath →
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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my…
“Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.”
—Sylvia Plath (via geezpeaslouise)
“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.” —Sylvia Plath (via aprilisover)
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.” —Sylvia Plath (via aprilisover)
“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”
—Sylvia Plath (via katelizabeth)
“
I dashed the water from my eyes.
I was panting, as after a strenuous exertion, but floating, without effort.
I dived, and dived again, and each time popped up like a cork.
The gray rock mocked me, bobbing on the water easy as a lifebuoy.
I knew when I was beaten.
I turned back.
” —
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (page 161)
(via ben-alexander)
SUGAR COMA: Sylvia Plath - Maenad. →
sugar-coma.tumblr.com
Once I was ordinary:
Sat by my father’s bean tree
Eating the fingers of wisdom.
The birds made milk.
When it thundered I hid under a flat stone.The mother of mouths didn’t love me.
The old man shrank to a doll.
O I am too big to go backward:
Birdmilk is feathers,
The bean leaves are dumb as…
“I felt myself shrinking to a small black dog against all those red and white rugs and that pine paneling. I felt like a hole in the ground. There is something demoralizing about watching two people ge tmore and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.”
—Sylvia Plath (via priscy)
“She’s a pretty typical teenager. Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that’s all going to pass, but I don’t want to lie to her.”
—American Beauty (via chocolate-cigarettes)
It's hard to get over people, and I mean really get over them. You can start having feelings for some other person, but it doesn't mean you're over them. It just means you're moving on.
(via runawaytrain)
“Those days that I tried to be the little girl I was supposed to be drained me. I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I’d been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn’t answer any longer.”
—Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation) (via heartinmotion)
- Pacey: Well, I should probably just start first, that you, Josephine Potter, have just wrecked me. In the best possible way, you have absolutely wrecked me. Because you see, I fell in love with you, knowing that there was never any possibility of being with you. Knowing full well that a sizeable chunk of your heart would always be wrapped up in our friend, Dawson. And that much was actually okay with me. Right up to the point that you chose me. Cause then you just turned everything on it’s head. And I got everything that I wanted, and from that day forward, I’ve just been a wreck.
- Joey: Why?
- Pacey: Because, now all I can do is just wait for the other shoe to drop. You know, just wait for you to realize what a big mistake you’ve made. Wait for you to realize that I’m just going to be a big disappointment. And just wait for you to realize that Dawson is the guy that you want to be with.
“I put everything into you. Even when we didn’t work, I always thought it was my fault, my mistake for not being good enough for the world’s most perfect boy.”
—Jen Lindley (via fyeahdawsonscreek) (via tothepersoninthebelljar)
“An ‘anyway’ friend is the one person in your life, who no matter what they say or do, no matter what they’ve been through with you, they love you anyway.”
—Sam Bennett — Private Practice (via doublebagel) (via quote-book) (via tvquotes)
“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in how they look. Not in how they act. But in who they are.”
—I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak (via quote-book) (via allthatis)
February 2010
“I fall in love with someone about twice a week, but I’m starting to think that’s a common problem with writers, that they have a dangerous excess of love that they give away to near strangers or turn inward on their private little worlds.”
—xx Zach Vandezande (via heroine-chic) (via babyqueen) (via pretty-bird)
“
Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”
somewhere else I am saying
“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
“There comes a point in your life when you’re officially an adult. Suddenly, you’re old enough to vote, drink, and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious; a grown up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?”
—Grey’s Anatomy (via instefanspants)
“I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.”
—Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via first-lines) (via ohbeeka) (via tothepersoninthebelljar)
“When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn’t want to forget…”
—Mrs. Myers, from Bridge to Terabithia (via weallseekthetruth) (via quote-book)
l'arte d'arrangiarsi;: remember, remember this day of september →
52hearts.tumblr.com
We were in our usual laying position on top of your bed and wrinkled sheets. It was early September and autumn was settling itself in the trees and wind, and so it was colder than expected, but I was still warm with where I was. Lying in your tshirt and basketball shorts, I felt like I was a 12…
“All my life I’ve thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.”
—The Mermaid Chair, Sue Monk Kidd (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via awritersruminations) (via inwaves)
“If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.”
—The Lightning Thief, Rick Riordan (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via awritersruminations) (via inwaves)
