… And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
- Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

(Source: themoonisgreen, via lifeinpoetry)

Don’t kiss me like you’re leaving.
- Six Word Story #31

(Source: odditoreum)

'I think about your thighs,' he wrote in the second letter, 'and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.'
- Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved (via perfect)

(Source: larmoyante, via 5000letters)

Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it. And what you don’t play is as important as what you do say.
- Robert Creeley (via letters-to-nobody)

(Source: litverve, via letters-to-nobody)

niuniente:

Artist behind the gay icon comic Tom of Finland gets his own stamps.The artist and the gay icon Touko Laaksonen (1920-1991), known for his gay comics and art Tom of Finland, gets his own stamps on September, 2014, tells the Finland’s postal service Itella.…………………..I think it’s time to start postcrossing again haha! <3
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via hellanne)
sailingfree:

untitled by Jolan Kieschke on Flickr.
If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
- John Steinbeck, born on this day in 1902, on falling in love in a magnificent letter of advice to his teenage son. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: explore-blog, via 5000letters)

treshaute:

Christian Lacroix, Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2006.
michaelfaudet:

Undress Me by Michael Faudet
She had rolled up the sleeves of her pale checked shirt as far as the elbows, and her slim white fingers toyed with the handle of her coffee spoon. He stared at the moving fingertips, and the workings of his mind went strangely flat. She seemed to have lifted the edge of the world, and now she was loosening its threads little by little - perfunctorily, apathetically, as if she had to do it no matter how long it might take.
- Haruki Murakami, “Aeroplane: Or, How He Talked To Himself As If Reciting Poetry”

(Source: odditoreum)

And all the time, all the time, my love,
You too are there, beneath the word, above
The syllable, to underscore and stress
The vital rhythm. One heard a woman’s dress
Rustle in days of yore. I’ve often caught
The sound and sense of your approaching thought.
And all in you is youth, and you make new,
By quoting them, old things I made for you.
- Vladimir Nabokov - Pale Fire (via caramelsutra)

(Source: sisyphean-revolt, via man-of-prose)

cuteboyswithcats:

submission from pannacewicz
thestorycanresume:

last night
Understand I don’t want anyone else.
- Six Word Story #30

(Source: odditoreum)