“The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful—” —Emily Dickinson, “1750”
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful—” —Emily Dickinson, “1750”
June 2013
14 posts
a poem for swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe
I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women
who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.
there is a quality about women who choose
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their
gentle hearts.
women who have had too many men
seem to choose the next one
out of revenge rather than with
feeling.
when you play the field selfishly everything
works against you:
one can’t insist on love or
demand affection.
you’re finally left with whatever
you have been willing to give
which often is:
nothing.
some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and
wondrous.
if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them
alone.
i don’t think people realise how much time i would spend underwater if i could breathe down there like i would wake up and go straight to the beach or a pool and literally just float underwater and think about everything i can’t imagine anything more peaceful than that
May 2013
29 posts
“Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.”
—Charles Bukowski
دیگران را ببخش، نه به خاطر اینکه لایق بخششند، به خاطر اینکه تو لایق آرامشی
Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.
“If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.”
—Leonard Cohen
“Skin has good memory. Skin is like the ground we walk every day; you can read a whole history in it if you know how to look.”
—Caroline Kettlewell, Skin Game (via kiddings)
