FancifulSoul85's JumboTweets
- “We don't know how to say goodbye,
We wander on, shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You're moody, and I am your shadow.
Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.
That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together."
- Anna Akhmatova - “you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
― Warsan Shire - "When the doctor took her bandages off and led her into the garden, the girl who was no longer blind saw “the tree with the lights in it.” It was for this tree I searched through the peach orchards of summer, in the forests of fall and down winter and spring for years. Then one day I was walking along Tinker Creek thinking of nothing at all and I saw the tree with the lights in it. I saw the backyard cedar where the mourning doves roost charged and transfigured, each cell buzzing with flame. I stood on the grass with the lights in it, grass that was wholly fire, utterly focused and utterly dreamed. It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance. The lights of the fire abated, but I’m still spending the power. Gradually the lights went out in the cedar, the colors died, the cells unflamed and disappeared. I was still ringing. I had my whole life been a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck. I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam.” -Annie Dillard, 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek'
- Why can’t I be wired to love whoever it’s convenient to love? I know lots of honest-to-goodness terrific guys. I’m lonely. They’re lonely. The solution seems simple enough, right? Unfortunately, my heart is a stubborn bastard. It insists that there is someone out there worth waiting for. While that remains to be seen, shouldn’t we all have our eyes peeled for someone that makes us feel good to be ourselves?
When I’m in full geek out mode over a new book, I need someone to share my enthusiasm. When I suggest a vacation spot based solely on purported werewolf sightings in the area, I need someone to start packing the silver. When I concoct something off-the-charts corny, such as green hot chocolate to enjoy while we’re watching ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’, just go with it, ok?
However naïve it may be, I still want the mere mention of someone’s name to turn me into a living Lite-Brite, and vice versa.
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