Oh! do not attack me with your watch.

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"To Fanny," by John Keats

I cry your mercy—pity—love! Aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,—
Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom’s atom or I die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!

(Source: johnnythehorse, via danforth)

nevver:

Dr. Seuss meets Ludacris, Chelsea Davison

(Source: twitter.com)

illnakedparty:

Being in Love Eases the Pain, by Harriet Lee-Merrion.

illnakedparty:

Being in Love Eases the Pain, by Harriet Lee-Merrion.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Sonnet XLIII”

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

(via callmehats)

branduponthebrain:

Museum Hours (Jem Cohen, 2012)

(Source: brand-upon-the-brain, via salesonfilm)

“Sometimes we have complex and painful feelings…feelings we must bury…deep deep inside, where we wont have to ever deal with them…ever.”

—   Captain Janeway, Star Trek Voyager: episode ‘Persistence of Vision’ (via trebaolofarabia)
delving through my old files, I found this icon I made for LiveJournal in ~2004, back when my “internet name” was Rhia. oh, youth…!

delving through my old files, I found this icon I made for LiveJournal in ~2004, back when my “internet name” was Rhia. oh, youth…!

"How to Make a Game of Waiting," by Jennifer K. Sweeney

This is a capsized game
and there is no display of aces at the end.
Buy a rare and expensive plant that never blooms.
Rearrange your books by the color of the spines.
Bury all your keys that don’t unlock anything.
These are not rules but merely suggestions
of what has worked for others.
For instance, the man who painted landscapes
on his daughter’s sheet music.
Put a big rock on your desk.
Do not name the rock.
Take the numbers off the clock and mail them
to your creditors.
Stitch the hours onto a kite.
Every night, ask until you can hear what replies.

(Source: darkmaverik)

elisachavarri:

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. on Flickr.

Eleven I-Hope-Not-Too-Thinly-Veiled Stories About The Boy I Was In Love With All Year And How He Didn’t Love Me Back

lolmythesis:

Creative Writing, Brown University

oh look someone did a portrait of me