December 2011
193 posts
Every time...
…I make myself something to eat in the kitchen, I sing myself a very loud, very poorly constructed song about whatever I’m eating. But it’s always the same exact song, save for the type of food. Sometimes it’s “English Muffin Time”, in which I just repeat the phrase “It’s English Muffin Time” over and over until I actually eat it. Today it...
“I have reservoirs of want enough
to freeze many nights over.”
– Conor O’Callaghan, from “January Drought” (adapted from rabbit-light)
“[But the constricted light,
the year closing down on itself with all
the...”
– Linda Pastan, from “The Letter” (adapted from soulsublime)
Anonymous asked: You seem like a really sweet guy, keep your chin up. There are people rooting for you.
“I carry from my mother’s womb
A fanatic heart.”
– William Butler Yeats, from “Remorse For Intemperate Speech” (via the-final-sentence)
“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his...”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via mobbleberry)
“[He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew...”
– Clement Clarke Moore, from “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (via the-final-sentence)
