February 2012
fapplejuice:
will someone please just watch Melancholia with me
“One of the gifts of the evening hours
is darkness, a velt screen between your...”
– Moira Egan, Vespers (via grammatolatry)
lukut:
I just want to be covered in flowers.
limited time only guys, if you send me your email i’ll email you some of my poems for you to critique. i’m so serious.
“You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him...”
– from Unrequited Love Poem, Sierra DeMulder (via cartographe)
“The lovers wait to lose their balance. They would dive
gratefully into the...”
– Cyril Wong, Accerelando (via grammatolatry)
Look, I was interviewed with my lovely friend... →
suicidewatch:
Nation Of Ulysses “A Kid Who Tells...
“If a tree falls in a forest
& if we make our dining
room chairs out of its...”
– Epithalamium, Carolina Ebeid (via grammatolatry)
“A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new...”
– The Love of October, W.S. Merwin
“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via skin-n-bones)
She hasn’t replied yet which means she either thinks I am an annoying, desperate person or she is currently writing me back.
I really am freaking out. I just sent a fb message to one of last years submission winners and asked her for advice. I have only met her once in person. She probably thinks I am nuts.
“There were always magpies
in the early morning
swinging from the clothesline...”
– John Kinsella and Dorothy Hewett, The Wild Things
(via grammatolatry)
I am beyond overwhelmed right now. My all time favorite publishing house is having open submissions and I’m not sure if I should go for it or not. The requirements are really intense and I think I might be having a mini panic attack.
I’ve got a lot weird pent up emotions I’m currently dealing with. I’ve got some odd habits forming. I stopped bringing my wallet with me when I go out. I only eat fruit for breakfast. I wave goodbye to my plants.
