Way Over Yonder

"Darlings, sometimes love will come to you like a fire to a forest. When it does, be braver than I..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:21:25 -0400

“

Darlings, sometimes love will come to you like a fire
to a forest. When it does, be braver than I was. Just leave.
Take only what you can carry. No tears, no second thoughts.
You have hands like tinder boxes, the smallest spark
will kill you.

Get in the car. Take water to the maps. Avoid gas stations.
Don’t look at the flames dancing in the rear view mirror.
Go to new cities, climb on the rooftops and slow dance with
your coldest memories. Wallpaper your new home with every
dusty, desperate love letter you swore you’d never send.

Find a stranger with sharp edges and uncharted hips.
Press your stories into their skin and forget you ever knew
his name. Just promise you won’t think of embers or smoke.
Even when there is ash in your hair. Even when there is soot
in your lungs.

”

- Clementine von Radics, “To Girls Like Me, With Hearts Like Kindling” (via larmoyante)

rock-and-roll-will-never—die: The Kinks - Waterloo...

Sun, 19 May 2013 09:38:55 -0400

rock-and-roll-will-never—die:

The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset

Audio

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:08:50 -0400

aseaofquotes: Stephen King, Duma Key

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:42:49 -0400

aseaofquotes:

Stephen King, Duma Key

kdo: Cream - Sunshine of Your Love (1967)

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:43:12 -0400

kdo:

Cream - Sunshine of Your Love (1967)

"You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?"

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:40:17 -0400

“You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?”

- Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via larmoyante)

brandybonin: ❤❤

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:32:32 -0400

brandybonin:

❤❤

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:30:15 -0400

“

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.

”

- Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via larmoyante)

historicporn: Jockey Nate Hubbard got flipped off his horse...

Thu, 16 May 2013 18:30:02 -0400

historicporn:

Jockey Nate Hubbard got flipped off his horse mid-race. He managed to hold onto his horses neck and completed the race without his feet touch the ground.

1989.

I wonder how they did.

"In idleness there is a perpetual despair."

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:44:58 -0400

“In idleness there is a perpetual despair.”

- Thomas Carlyle (via larmoyante)

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Thu, 16 May 2013 15:57:58 -0400

boom-queen: A mash-up of Benedict Cumberbatch and the...

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:23:08 -0400

boom-queen:

A mash-up of Benedict Cumberbatch and the ‘Englebert Humperdink’ bit from Eddie Izzard

I keep it simple and just use Cumbersnatch.

the-theme-is: Artist: Liz Phair Track: Fuck and Run Album: ...

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:17:56 -0400

the-theme-is:

Artist: Liz Phair
Track: Fuck and Run
Album: Exile in Guyville
Year: 1993
Theme: Expletives

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Wed, 15 May 2013 15:52:23 -0400

"Don’t bug the cat now, don’t rush him, because you might throw him off. Just let him relax and go..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:17:57 -0400

“Don’t bug the cat now, don’t rush him, because you might throw him off. Just let him relax and go there for awhile—maybe a week or two.”

- Charles Mingus toilet trains your cat, 1952. (via laphamsquarterly)

This is 100% the best thing I have read in a long time.

"He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which,..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 14:53:55 -0400

““He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.””

- - Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (published May 14, 1925)

Today’s a good day to correct with red ink or buy flowers yourself… or re-visit an old classic like Mrs. Dalloway. Have a perfectly Dalloway day!

(via nypl)

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Sun, 12 May 2013 21:36:09 -0400

John Lennon, Woman

Sun, 12 May 2013 21:34:02 -0400

John Lennon, Woman

Audio

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:00:01 -0400

rock-and-roll-will-never—die: The Beatles - I Want You...

Sun, 12 May 2013 18:10:50 -0400

rock-and-roll-will-never—die:

The Beatles - I Want You (She’s So Heavy)