south and east and going west

south and east and going west and yes, i don’t need to make any sense xxx I was reading Bukowski earlier and picked out some quotes, like I decide that the only definition of Truth (which changes) is that it is that thing or act or belief which the crowd rejects. which recalls some fond…

To the people who always want to be somewhere else, I dare you to stay. Just one time. Just one place. With just one person, for a while. I dare you to stay put long enough to let whatever you’ve been running from catch up. To realize whatever it is inside of you that has…

and on other words; (an art recs post)

A string of five prose and poetry recommendations, off the top of my head. In no particular order. “My head is bloody, but unbowed.”  Invictus by W. E. Henley I first heard of this piece as a quote from another book, and the words sustained me for a very long time. I used to recite the poem…

Pablo Neruda: One Hundred Love Sonnets, Sonnet XVII

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,…

I think we forget things if we have no one to tell them to. – The Lunchbox  (2013)

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Mo-re-na.

“Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.”

You know the words. The baby’s a bastard, you’re a whore. But there’s no word for the man who doesn’t come back. -Polly to Ada, Peaky Blinders E02 xx