someone’s dining room, some time between midnight and dawn. the room has a leftist, affluent feel. opens to an area lit dimly by a single bulb. Clarissa is sat at the dining table, typing away. a pen drops. Clarissa pauses; the pen has dropped too far below; noises associated with stretching after long periods of inactivity…
Tag: thoughts
–29: “nothing happens. nobody comes, nobody goes. it’s awful.”
another update just because it’s a Sunday and I have almost nothing to do.
–40: “there is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
it’s been the craziest nine days yet.
–90: “after silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
(image credits to Edmund Arthur Gray on deviantart) first post while at work and the only thing running through my mind is music and how hauntingly beautiful it can be. I’ll leave things at that. now, back to work! Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And…
“…I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge – then, the moon breaks through, lights up the path before me…”
(image credits to DC Infinite) hello there, my meagre space of the web, tucked away in the little corner behind all the issues that seem to ‘really matter’ these days (and by ‘issues’ I mean the who’s-who of what’s-that-world and the like). I seem to have neglected you throughout the month of April, and I…
“it’s much easier to not know things sometimes. things change and friends leave. and life doesn’t stop for anybody.”
(image credits to The Modern Nomad) so, I was on the bus on my way to work today when a particular song came up on shuffle, and it managed to evoke a multitude of feelings within my dark and dreary soul… (just kidding about the dark and dreary part)
“why should I leave you, to wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?”
(image credits to Wallpapers For Me on WordPress) When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of…
sonnet 130
(image credits to Haley Ferretti on Blogger) My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such…
“I do not love you.”
(image credits to Ryann Reyes on Tumblr) I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never…
postcards from far away 