I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
- Jeffrey McDaniel, “Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back” (via feellng)
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations."
- Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via hellanne)
"You were one person alive and your brain was encased in a skull. There were other people out there. It took effort to be connected."
- Tao Lin (via thatlitsite)
"…but speech has flown out of me
and I call it dead
though the respiration be okay."
- Anne Sexton, from Talking To Sheep (via violentwavesofemotion)