See how the past is finished
here in the present
it is awake the whole time
never waiting
it is my hand now but not what I held
it is what I remember
but it never seems quite the same
no one else remembers it
a house long gone into air
the flutter of tires over a brick road
cool light in a vanished bedroom
the flash of the oriole
between one line and another
the river a child watched
W. S. Merwin, from “My Hand,” The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2009)
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+She dreamed of Medical School. She was killed during the recent Israeli airstrikes with all of her family members except 1 brother. Her high school diploma lies on the rubbles of her home.
- my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it
some stages of drunk
- expletive riddled ranting about independence
- emotionally singing “flower of scotland” at No voters
- talking about how “boys are shit” while passively aggressively mantaining eye contact with them
- quoting a soliloquy from macbeth in an attempt to prove how sober i am
- flirting by being mean
- crying
- tactlessly intervening in people’s love lives
- trying to get everyone to talk about their insecurities
- worrying about death
- trying to climb out of the window
- spending a heinous amount of money on take-out food
- stealing traffic cones
People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.
Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)
Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”
(via artfucker1996)
++“For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.”— T.S. Eliot, from The Complete Poems And Plays: 1909 - 1950