February 2012
33 posts
2 tags
Texaco Blue
There’s this blue lady I know but I don’t.
I see her at the Texaco go;
Her hair has two colors,
And her chest it has two hearts.
She looks at every passing car,
Looking for one that’s
A shade bluer than her eye shadow,
And they all slow down for her.
They sigh at the wreck with relief;
She’s not my sister, not my lover,
She’s not our neighbor, not my...
Waldorf handwork verse.
Train your hands
Make busy your arms
Practice the clear power of thought
With the warm-heartedness of art
In your hand sleeps the spirit…
“I wanted to tell you how you are beginning to be the one I can talk to. I don’t...”
– Sylvia Plath (via aepocrypha)
January 2012
62 posts
“I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it,...”
– Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via casket-case)
