orangecrayon bluesky

March 5, 2012

a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where your still dreaming but it`s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn`t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there`s a hell of a good universe next door, let`s go.

— e.e.cummings (via girlinlondon)

(via libraryland)

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(Notes: 5,613)

February 23, 2012

drawnblog:

by Joe Decie

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(Notes: 146)

February 8, 2012

"Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children’s faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup."

— Sara Teasdale (via libraryland)

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(Notes: 105)

February 8, 2012

"But the moment you start thinking of yourself alone, absolutely alone, and related to nothing and to no one, you realize it’s silly to worry and fuss over what you are. You are simply what you are. And you feel as if you had closed a door forever on everything that’s unpleasant."

— Nick Joaquin, The Woman Who Had Two Navels (via bookmania)

(via libraryland)

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(Notes: 1,849)

January 29, 2012

justmako:

(via libraryland)

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(Notes: 19,553)

January 20, 2012

The World Is in Pencil

rabbit-light:

—not pen. It’s got

that same silken
dust about it, doesn’t it,

that same sense of
having been roughed

onto paper even
as it was planned.

It had to be a labor
of love. It must’ve

taken its author some
time, some shove.

I’ll bet it felt good
in the hand—the o

of the ocean, and
the and and the and

of the land.

Todd Boss

(via libraryland)

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(Notes: 209)

December 16, 2011

"Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color."

— WS Merwin

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November 22, 2011

It is days like this where the afternoon is laughter and a reminder to smile that I can hold in my handpocketheart or wear on the tip of my nosetongueeyelids so we won’t forget.

It is days like this where I want to sink my feet deeper so they remember the shape and feel and ooze of mud and leaf and grass, and to float on in the breeze, move with the leaves as they spiral through the air, onwards.

And I missforgetwonderyou.

It is days like this where November forgets itself or feels creative and I have forgotten to be unsure about the future.

I am learning to hold my own self in this afterbefore.

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November 22, 2011