June 2012
2 posts
Opposite of Loneliness
THIS.
http://news.yahoo.com/opposite-loneliness-marina-keegan-162754402—abc-news-wellness.html
The piece below was written by Marina Keegan ‘12 for a special edition of the Yale Daily News distributed at the class of 2012’s commencement exercises last week. Keegan died in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22.
We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if...
parents: your room is a mess
me: did you mean abstract art i think i heard you wrong
May 2012
9 posts
“Goodbye, goodbye!
There was so much to love, I could not love it all;
I could...”
– Louise Bogan, in The Blue Estuaries: Poems (1923-1968), with thanks to journalofanobody (via apoetreflects)
Hi there, apologies for the jarring start, and any...
It was a beautiful, horrendously sunny day
Time and again, I have to remind myself to stop imagining the what-ifs and the could-haves, to stop reaching for objects beyond my grasp and to embrace all that I have, here and now. I don’t deny the efficacy of daydreams in transporting me to a world where everything went my way, and came to me accordingly, but the snap back to reality can be harsh, unsettling and upsetting. Because this is...
“I have always been a wretched speaker. My vocabulary dwells deep in my mind and...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via mirroir)
Pet Peeve(s)
I understand that in a relationship, one would want to be more involved with the significant half, but to be engaging yourself in topics of which you were never interested in before the relationship, to speak with such fervent opinion, is so self-degrading I can’t bear to watch you without feeling overwhelmed by your desire to feel included and accepted, and also your delusions.
Getting a...
April 2012
27 posts
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via vlvt)
Dear people who question why girls go to the...
hyrulian-feminist:
toomuchtaylor:
middle-east-beast:
Hermione went alone and got attacked by a troll
Moaning Myrtle went alone too and was killed by a giant snake.
Katie Bell also went alone and was cursed by an opal necklace.
A Poet Reflects: “When you use the word ‘flummox,’... →
apoetreflects:
“When you use the word ‘flummox,’ for instance, your tongue is rolling across the same territory of every person who has ever spoken that word. It carries every sentiment every person has ever meant when speaking that word, plus your own. They say that every third breath you breathe contains at…
“You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things...”
– Seamus Heaney, from “Postscript” (via growing-orbits)
A dramatic Shakespearean response to every...
When something bad happens: True is it that we have seen better days.
When something REALLY bad happens: O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day. Most woeful day That ever, ever I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this.O woeful day! O woeful day!
When my girlfriend abandons me for food: FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
When someone doesn't thank me for holding the door open for them: BLOW, BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND! THOU ART NOT SO UNKIND AS MAN'S INGRATITUDE!
When I burn something while cooking: MY CAKE IS DOUGH!
When human stupidity frustrates me: LORD, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!
When someone says I'm going to hell for my sins: NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBER'D.
When I'm broke: My pride fell with my fortunes
When someone turns the light on after a period of darkness and blinding light ensues: OH, SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT!
When someone disagrees with me: THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN HEAVEN AND EARTH, HORATIO, THEN ARE DREAMT OF IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY.
When I argue with my girlfriend: The course of true love never did run smooth.
When I'm embarrassed: MUST I HOLD A CANDLE TO MY SHAMES?!
Someone says "Good Night": Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
apoetreflects:
She plants the word “desire” that makes the very air amorous, that causes the light, from its tall stalk, to bend down until it almost kisses the ground.
—Gregory Orr, from “We Must Make a Kingdom of It” in The Bread Loaf Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, edited by Robert Pack, Sydney Lea, and Jay Parini (University Press of New England, 1985)
March 2012
19 posts
amadhope:
Bon Iver - For Emma
Saw death on a...
Friend: On a scale of 1 to 10, how obsessed are you with Harry Potter.
Me: Nine and three quarters
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
Me:
“And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact...”
– The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via -housecat)
danielatumbls:
the XX- Islands Fiddling with...
Perch
One of my fondest memories of junior college is when someone’s pen flew outside the classroom, onto the window ledge(?), on the fourth floor, just before literature class. The window ledge was about a metre wide so that person climbed over and stood on the ledge.
That made a few others, myself included, climb onto the ledge just for the experience. It didn’t end quite well when the...
