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The Sky Painter March 30, 2011

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“There’s someone who paints the sky, with their eyes, each day, every way. They’re alone now, today, every day, some ways. They had a wife/husband and friends/children but now they’re all gone (you lived too long, just one more song).

The red paint arrives in the morning or early evening (suppliers work strange hours).
They always have a surplus of blue, white and grey (massive store room).

So they sit, each day, and try to remember the colours that once made it move.”

(Via I Wrote This For You.)

 

need me less and i’ll want you more. March 29, 2011

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‘I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.’

~ J.D. Salinger

 

March 11, 2011

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“And in you and in all of us, there is nothing more than the capacity to be a force for, or a force against. And to wonder, how many people wake up each morning and can’t decide if they want to save the world or destroy it.”

 

March 8, 2011

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“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”


~ Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

 

March 7, 2011

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“There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.”

 

March 4, 2011

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To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your ow flesh only more of it, an obscenity of grief, you think “How can a body withstand this?” Then hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violent eyes, and you say, “Yes, I will take you. I will love you again.”

– Ellen Bass

 

March 3, 2011

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This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like “I’m tired” or “I’m fine” or “We need to talk.”

This is my skin and it’s thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.