journalofanobody:

Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood

and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows

or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,

you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows

something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous

that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.

Sometimes, When the Light, by Lisel Mueller

Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.

Anneli Rufus (via alfsaga)

(via journalofanobody)

[This I have done with my life, and am content.]
I wish I could tell you how it is in that dark,
standing in the huge singing and the alien world.

Jack Gilbert, from “Don Giovanni on His Way to Hell (II)” (via the-final-sentence)

She likes to shoot big guns.

On the other hand, Rihanna is actually quite fun as a weapons officer who just really enjoys shooting things. That’s her whole character: She likes to shoot big guns. And with that one characteristic, she feels more real and alive than the other characters, whom we get endless development of. Maybe because this is a movie about shooting things, so Rihanna’s desires and the audience’s are perfectly aligned. In any case, if they make the sequel, it should star Rihanna and the main character conflict should be over her wanting to shoot things, and other people perhaps not wanting her to shoot them.

http://io9.com/5911030/battleship-proves-alien-invasion-movies-are-just-as-contrived-as-romantic-comedies

…where can I buy tickets for this movie?

1 week ago on May 19, 2012 at 03:16am

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

(via bookalicious)

Arrival by R.S. Thomas

journalofanobody:



Not conscious
that you have been seeking
suddenly
you come upon it

the village in the Welsh hills
dust free
with no road out
but the one you came in by.

A bird chimes
from a green tree
the hour that is no hour
you know. The river dawdles
to hold a mirror for you
where you may see yourself
as you are, a traveller
with the moon’s halo
above him, who has arrived
after long journeying where he
began, catching this
one truth by surprise
that there is everything to look forward to.

From Later Poems, 1983

liquidnight:

Wolf Suschitzky

Trafalgar Square

London, 1953

From Wolf Suschitzky: Photos

(via milk-and-belladonna)

Just In Time

ninewhitetulips:

As I go about my day I am
Reminded
How much I like living
Tunnels end
Fog dissipates and
I come to the surface
Once again

Flowers
Fragrances and the
Greening of trees has been
Strong medicine

Today my friend is the
Sun
Tonight the moon and
Stars

I will look and open my
Heart letting the
Orbital
Arrangement keep 
Me wound and ticking and
Keeping Time

Michelle Dent

This is me.: The downside of a modern adaption ›

inthegreenwood:

So while I do really like the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, it’s also frustrating because I realize how things are going to go. The same way they always go in the story. It’s sad, but I want Lizzie to do other things with her life and not end up with Darcy because this IS now and she doesn’t have to…

sometimesagreatnotion:

Yeah, I wrote Hey Jude. Deal with it.