let’s both put our petty emotions aside,
and make sweet love to one another.
I’ll be fine,
I’ll be waiting patiently
Till you see the signs, and come running to my open arms.
When you realize,
Do we have to wait till our worlds collide?
Open up your eyes, you can’t turn back the tide.
her.
I visited the local Whittier bookstore today and bought two books, The Stranger by Albert Camus and a set of plays by Henrik Ibsen. While eating at the diner, I decided to begin The Stranger, and boy have I fallen in love with his writing.
“I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I’d been happy. Then I fired four more times at the lifeless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness”
who schedules midterms the week after Spring Break? That’s just plain barbaric if you ask me.
The Diamond Sea by Sonic Youth will be my wedding song. No buts about it.
Look into his eyes and you will see
That men are not alone on the diamond sea
For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain’d a ghastly dew
From the nations’ airy navies grappling in the central blue;
Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
With the standards of people plunging thro’ the thunder-storm;
Till the war-drum throbb’d no longer, and the battle-flags were furl’d
In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.
There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Excerpted from Locksley Hall by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Excerpted from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, “Please - a little less love, and a little more common decency.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick (via honeyforthehomeless)
(via buxombibliophile)
(Source: honeyforthehomeless)
Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest to write — and you always know when I make myself, just the ache of it all, and I can’t tell you. If we were together, you’d feel how strong it is — you’re so sweet when you’re melancholy. I love your sad tenderness. When I’ve hurt you, that’s one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels, and they bothered you so. Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget
—Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thecoolofnight)
I could explain
nothing
better
to you
than my own
insanity.
Happy Birthday Kurt!
