Joy Sullivan, From "Long Division", Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, From "Long Division", Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West

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1 month ago
THE YEARS All the parties you spent watching the room from a balcony where someone joined you to smoke then returned. And how it turns out no one had the childhood they wanted, and how they'd tell you this a little drunk, a little slant in less time than it took to finish a cigarette because sad things can't be explained. Behind the glass and inside, all your friends buzzed. You could feel the shape of their voices. You could tell from their eyes they were in some other place. 1999 or 2008 or last June. Of course, it's important to go to parties. To make life a dress or a drink or suede shoes someone wears in the rain. On the way home, in the car back, the night sky played its old tricks. The stars arranged themselves quietly. The person you thought of drove under them. Away from the party, (just like you) into the years. -Alex Dimitrov

the years by alex dimitrov

1 month ago
Jason Molina’s Writing Advice To Matthew J Barnhart Via His Blackberry In 2008 

jason molina’s writing advice to matthew j barnhart via his blackberry in 2008 

1 month ago

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

C.S. Lewis

1 month ago

I don’t remember where this story was from but it was about how the writers older brother died when he was young and years later had a son who, had never met the brother had the same mannerisms as him. Ok I think I remember the key words were “my son drinks from the water fountain like my brother” or something

1 month ago

“I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a hundred years since we’ve met- it may be another hundred years before we meet again.”

— Edith Wharton

1 month ago

the relationship i have w a little life is so complex i hate it i love it i would never recommend it to anyone i think the last 100 pages will never leave me in a way that is terrible and beautiful and endless i have sm beef w hanya yanagihara but this is the single most beautiful paragraph i have ever read in my life and i think about it often

The Relationship I Have W A Little Life Is So Complex I Hate It I Love It I Would Never Recommend It
1 month ago

“a community without romance risks being brutish and crass, superficial and brittle, cruel and even muderous. . . i don’t mean just romantic romance. i don’t just mean erotic romance. . . i mean the romance that allows us to soften our voices when we see each other.”

maya angelou, 1998

1 month ago

i looooveeeee your breakfast posting. it inspires me to put more love and care into what i eat, especially breakfast which is really the best meal of the day 🙂‍↕️

cook for yourself the way you would cook for someone you love

1 month ago

to be perfectly honest i think that ghosts being transluscent and faded is kind of antithetical to what they represent. they're an echo that cannot move on, cannot fade out - they should be oversaturated and stiff and strangely out of place and unchanging, like something preserved in clear glass.

1 month ago
By August, we are sluggish with love and slide two
barrettes into the night of my hair. Like twin fireflies.
Like rabbit feet dyed blue and downhearted, stamping
the side of my head. July’s shadow is almost rot
and we haven’t spoken in days. I play pool with Mik
and count the ways he sinks ball after ball while I await
the doom of going second, soon regret letting him break.
I bet on this game. I bet on the waning of light, fame. I know
most things dim. It’s hot when I leave the bar and I say
Come, sun, you muscular star, thinking heatstroke
might strike this state of weather from my heart.
The trigger of seasons, the treasons of these city streets.
Orchard and Broome. We loom. We make reasons and room
for why things can’t work; we lurk into autumn.
We warm our hands for October’s plume. We say soon, soon,
soon something will be revealed. We fool no one
and are no one’s fool, least of all the late summer gods
who know a burn, who rope in hope, who prepare us
for a meal of dead light. In August, I want snow. I want July.
Midsummer prophet sight. Belief. Faith. A cathedral
with all her weight. A winter love. A new year.
A regal infancy. A Sunday, born.

may to december by Megan Fernandes

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b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry
you've got to believe in the poetry

because everything else in your life will fail you, including yourself

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