Do You Love Me Now? / The Breeders Do you think of me Like I...

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:06:00 -0700

Do You Love Me Now? / The Breeders

Do you think of me
Like I dream of you?
Do you wish you were here
Like I wish I was with you?
You’ve loved me before
Do you love me now?

undress me.with your hands.with your mind and soul.

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:00:00 -0700

undress me.
with your hands.
with your mind and soul.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 22:59:45 -0700

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Sun, 12 May 2013 22:59:08 -0700

“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:47:00 -0700

This is beyond perfect. And quite too coincidental at the moment. I am in love with this, it’s really quite fitting:

“When a writer falls in love with you, you become immortal.

When a writer falls in love with you, you become the unwitting inspiration of a whole mess of spilled ink. You become all nine muses to a lone typewriter. You become the lyrics to a melody, the syllables of iambic pentameter, the plotline of a fantastic adventure. One day you will be reading and you will find yourself trapped in the middle of pages. When a writer falls in love with you, you will find yourself in lives you never lived and characters you never knew. The writer won’t always intend for you to be there, but you will find yourself in the little things… a background character with a similar lisp, familiar flecks of green in the eyes of a hero, a stupid joke you once told now immortalized in ink. The ring you always wear on the middle finger of your right hand will suddenly appear on a character who shares no physical attributes with you— but you are there in the subtleties. You’ll discover yourself in narrators and scapegoats and irrelevant side-characters: all characters who aren’t you, but whose hair bears an incredible likeness to yours, or who love the same absurd Swedish rap band, or who cry at the same old Disney movie, or whose third tooth is chipped just like yours. Sometimes you will find yourself blushing at an obvious reveal— a love interest that could not bear more likeness to yourself, or a poem that so directly describes your situation that you can’t help but assume, or a character that sounds like you except a thousand times better than you ever thought of yourself. Other times, you won’t even recognize the subtle characteristics that relate this character to the love the author feels for you.

You see, when a writer falls in love with you, their words will reveal you in ways you had never imagined yourself. When a writer falls in love with you, you may sometimes find yourself at the end of a loaded pen; you may find yourself holding a piece of paper on which your writer has inscribed the universe in a few lines. You may find yourself with words that overwhelm you. If a writer truly falls for you, you may become the unknowing recipient of hidden love letters composed of stars and light. You may even be lucky enough to be the knowing recipient of a love letter in which you are painted in shades of sky. The writer won’t intend to make you so visionary, but they won’t really be able to help it, because suddenly the words they treasure so dearly cease to be enough. They’ll write to you and about you, over and over— on pages full of scribbles and crossed out lines, because in their minds, they will be repeatedly failing to do you justice.

If a writer falls in love with you, they will begin to see you everywhere. There will be obvious comparisons in the writer’s mind between the two of you and the couples in every book read and movie watched. But more than that, your writer will start to find you in day to day moments. You will be thought of as autumn leaves are gently lifted into the wind. You will be remembered in cool breezes on hot summer days and warm fires on cold winter evenings. To the writer that cares, your laugh will be present in the pitter-patter of spring rain on dry earth. You will be remembered likewise as the ribbon of the typewriter spins. The front of the mind, the tip of the pen— that’s where you will be. Even if your place in the life of a writer is ephemeral, if you are loved, you are eternal. When a writer loves you, they cannot help but write about you as they discover you in the universe around them.

When a writer loves you, you can never die, because long after you are gone, those words will remain, and in them, you— immortalized in ink.”

There’s something warm, there’s something warm, good about you.

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:42:39 -0700

There’s something warm, there’s something warm, good about you.

Untitled, 2010Wilde Dieren

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:41:29 -0700

Untitled, 2010
Wilde Dieren

nirvananews: “The first time Kurt and I slept together was at...

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:39:16 -0700

nirvananews:

“The first time Kurt and I slept together was at a Days Inn in Chicago, we were having our first postcoital moment, and we’re watching MTV and the ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ video came on. I pulled away from him because it was his video, his moment, he was the king of the fucking world, he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. Which was symbolic, like, I’m letting you into my life. That really endeared him to me,” - Courtney Love.

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Mon, 06 May 2013 23:38:27 -0700

And you sang to me with tired eyes and a ready heart.

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:53:16 -0700

Dreamin / Mac DeMarco Baby I’m dreamin…

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:49:00 -0700

Dreamin / Mac DeMarco

Baby I’m dreamin…

umm need.

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:36:42 -0700

umm need.

"I want to fill my mouth with your name."

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:36:28 -0700

“I want to fill my mouth with your name.”

- Pablo Neruda

conor-broberst: this is a poem. on Flickr. I can’t even...

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:36:10 -0700

conor-broberst:

this is a poem. on Flickr.

I can’t even breathe. This has almost 30,000 views? When in the fuck did this happen?

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Wed, 01 May 2013 23:34:00 -0700

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Wed, 01 May 2013 23:33:43 -0700

And as time moves us, my world slowly begins to become pure poetry, void of prose that it was once...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:01:00 -0700

And as time moves us, my world slowly begins to become pure poetry, void of prose that it was once ever full of.

A-FUCKING-MEN.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:51:00 -0700

fuckies:

I appreciate fine art and fine boys.

Jenny Holzer Four corner: Arno, Blue, 2003 4 electronic LED...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:50:53 -0700

Jenny Holzer

Four corner: Arno, Blue, 2003

4 electronic LED signs: blue diodes
Texts: Arno (1996); Blue (1998)
5.25 x 57.75 x 3 in
13.3 x 146.7 x 7.6 cm.

frankienazardo: francesco nazardo, 2013

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:49:23 -0700

frankienazardo:

francesco nazardo, 2013

EXPELLED FROM LOVE.

Do You Love Me Now? / The Breeders Do you think of me Like I...

undress me.with your hands.with your mind and soul.

Photo

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“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”

There’s something warm, there’s something warm, good about you.

Untitled, 2010Wilde Dieren

nirvananews: “The first time Kurt and I slept together was at...

Photo

And you sang to me with tired eyes and a ready heart.

Dreamin / Mac DeMarco Baby I’m dreamin…

umm need.

"I want to fill my mouth with your name."

conor-broberst: this is a poem. on Flickr. I can’t even...

Photo

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And as time moves us, my world slowly begins to become pure poetry, void of prose that it was once...

A-FUCKING-MEN.

Jenny Holzer Four corner: Arno, Blue, 2003 4 electronic LED...

frankienazardo: francesco nazardo, 2013