Friday, November 4, 2011
the first snow?
this feels so luxurious, to not have anywhere to be, or any reason to pull myself out of the cozy comfort of my warm bed for any longer than it takes to get a cup of coffee. all i have to do today is write, think about what kind of bench i want in my bed room, and how i am going to furnish the rest of my new apartment. i feel like a kid waiting for santa, counting down the days till my new sofa is slotted to arrive at my door. i just want it right now, i have zero patience for these sorts of things!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
never give all the heart
never give all the heart for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seem
certain, and they never dream
that it fades out from kiss to kiss;
for everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
o never give the heart outright.
for they, for all smooth lips can say,
have given their hearts up to the play.
and who could play it well enough
if deaf, and dumb and blind with love?
he that made this knows all the cost,
for he gave his heart and lost.
-w.b. yeats
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seem
certain, and they never dream
that it fades out from kiss to kiss;
for everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
o never give the heart outright.
for they, for all smooth lips can say,
have given their hearts up to the play.
and who could play it well enough
if deaf, and dumb and blind with love?
he that made this knows all the cost,
for he gave his heart and lost.
-w.b. yeats
Saturday, April 23, 2011
love's secret
love that never told can be;
for the gentle wind doth move
silently, invisibly.
i told my love, i told my love
i told her all my heart,
trembling, cold in ghastly fears
ah! she did depart!
soon after she was gone from me,
a traveler came by,
silently, invisibly
he took her with a sigh.
-william blake
the danger of a broken heart is not the pain.
not the tears, or anger.
not the ache, not the loneliness,
not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big.
the danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with.
mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort.
independence.
the oaths we take. what we swear to ourselves.
the danger is self-reliance.
the danger is that these stitches in our heart don't fall out.
that they are there to stay.
because they must.
the danger is that we know it isn't about love anymore.
and,
it isn't about how perfect we are in our world.
it's about how perfect we are in theirs.
the danger is that two became one.
and a half of one...
well.
half is not whole.
but now we must make it so.
-lauren (lelove)
not the tears, or anger.
not the ache, not the loneliness,
not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big.
the danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with.
mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort.
independence.
the oaths we take. what we swear to ourselves.
the danger is self-reliance.
the danger is that these stitches in our heart don't fall out.
that they are there to stay.
because they must.
the danger is that we know it isn't about love anymore.
and,
it isn't about how perfect we are in our world.
it's about how perfect we are in theirs.
the danger is that two became one.
and a half of one...
well.
half is not whole.
but now we must make it so.
-lauren (lelove)
Monday, April 18, 2011
just another monotone monday...
the rain has kept the store empty all morning, leaving me in a subdued peace scanning blogs and collecting elisabeth gilbert quotes. but all of this solidarity also has me thinking too much about myself, where i am going, where i want to end up and how i want it to look along the way. i wish i could say that i was feel less like maleficent through all of this, but that would be a lie. today i'll blame the rain, start setting goals and making wishes.
today's wish:
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