larmoyante: “I Was Trying to Describe You to Someone” by Richard Brautigan

larmoyante:

“I Was Trying to Describe You to Someone” by Richard Brautigan



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"

If you ever feel embarrassed, remember:
You are smaller than a supernova,
Quieter than a black hole,
And less radiant than a flicker in a white dwarf’s eye.

That is why it is okay to say to someone
I love you, do you love me too?
Because a million things already do not love you,
And none of that matters.

So, if the answer is no,
Instead of collapsing in pain,
Pile it on the heap of things that you love
That do not love you back:
Every beautiful landscape you have ever seen,
All your material possessions,
Including the phone beside you
Your favorite book, movie, and actor,
The food you are digesting.

If the answer is yes,
Tell this person now.
Do not hesitate and think we can save this for later,
After the smoke from the volcano leaves,
After you are old enough to know better,
After you lose twenty pounds.

You will forget why you didn’t,
And the collapse will be unavoidable,
It will feel as big as the sky.

"  - Collapsing, Samantha Neugebauer (via 1000shiningstars)


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"

Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

"  - “Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon (via getyourassbeat)



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"

It kills me, the way the world is.

Literally.

I sat down to write about it, about how
every 15 seconds a woman is battered in the United States
about how a woman is raped every 1.3 minutes, about how
1 in 8 women develops breast cancer
and what I wrote was
I like you.

This is a problem. The world already has
too many of those. I already have too many
of those.

I sat down to write about how
desire and hate killed Matthew Shepard
and when I write desire
I think of you
I like you
my pen sprouts snuggly kittens and spring flowers and
I hate myself for it

I like you so much I had to have
therapy for it
and
I like you so much
I fucked other people
to get rid of it
and the weekend you went to Disneyland
I tried to grow mouse ears
I tried to be your e-ticket
I tried to grow up to be your
full-service hotel except
I won’t throw you out for
using bad words like they do
so if you say
oh, fuck me
oh, god
oh, take me
I’ll take you back to bed

I like you so much this
isn’t in my agenda; I like you so much but this
should be a poem about breast cancer
and I like you so much this
should be a poem about genocide
and I like you so much this
should be a poem about ending capitalism
smashing the state
stating the obvious
getting smashed
to tell you
I’ll fuck capitalism and patriarchy and totalitarianism
to get next to you
I will deep throat my politics
I will get more therapy that I won’t need if you’re near me
because therapy and politics are all about
making the world a little more perfect
when I close the door and it’s you and me
the world is a little more perfect
whenever you smile at me
in a world that doesn’t offer many smiles
the world is a little more perfect
the world is perfect
whenever
I’m with you.

"  - “The Personal is Political,” Daphne Gottlieb  (via commovente)



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greater-reality:

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  



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Real Madrid CF in the Guardian’s Top 100 Best Football Players in the World 2012
 - C. Ronaldo (2), I. Casillas (12), X. Alonso (15), M. Ozil (17), S. Ramos (22), K. Benzema (35), A. di Maria (47), Marcelo (51), L. Modric (80)
 - All quotes from link.  





"

Your first time out of the country
of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map.

You always hated that I’d been lucky
enough to pick my way through streets

I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals,
graveyards. If you were a city, you said,

I’d only like to know your suburbs.

If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know
your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts.

Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water.
Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat.

Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots.
I’d know which of your streets to walk.

If you were a city, I’d expect to be robbed.

"  - Heather Sommer, Traveler (via grammatolatry)





in preparation for war 

pittedpeach:

to my daughter i 
will say, when the men come, set
yourself on fire.



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