Click the pic to see a larger version How to stop time: kiss. How to travel in time: read. How to escape time: music. How to feel time: write. How to release time: breathe. — Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive (via, @melodybookshaven on tumblr) ...
A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy. It isn’t. A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking. ...
I love it, meaning, I love writing cursive, not someone’s suffering Some poor soul on Tumblr, seems to’ve been traumatised by cursive as a kid. While my chicken scrawl is legible only to me mostly, I love the doing of it. The actual writing. (I do write legibly if someone else has to read it, mostly Abby, Mom or Priyanka1) ...
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Moss Roses, in my window. Click to enlarge Petals unfurl from a delicate flower, closer to picked with each passing hour, losing the I and gaining an our. — Michael Faudet, First Love, Dirty Pretty Things
Lose something every day.