I'm Analise. I'm 20 going on cynical old lady. I like beautiful pictures, funny things, words, music, food, fireworks, television, magic, dogs, Harry Potter, wanderlust, books, sarcasm, cheese, movies, and anything else that strikes a chord within my soul. This blog is a reflection of where my mind wanders and the things it finds along the way. There's a lot of food, whatever I'm obsessing over at the moment, and general randomness.
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Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can’t touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.
—Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage (via helplesslyamazed)
(Source: quote-book)
Could you find him if you wanted?
Each step a strike of lightning
across a sidewalk sky.Would you know his slow breath
over the sound of the waves
slow-consuming rocks?Would your words remain when
he touched your lungs
like a lifting kite?And if he wrote these words
because he dreamt he kissed you
that too is a wonder of nature.
Selcouth - rare, strange, unusual. Yugen- an awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too mysterious for words
I picked works that suited myself. I consider myself an unusual kind of person aha and when I tend to think about my life or my world, I can never put my thoughts into words. I’m just always thinking all the time but I can never find the words to describe what I’m feeling which lead me to choose these words.
Words to keep inside your pocket:
- Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
- Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
- Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
- Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
- Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
- Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
- Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
- Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
- Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound.
- Billet-doux - a love letter.
- Redamancy - act of loving in return.
When the devil ran for mayor
there were handshakes and champagne
every accident was catered
in the colors of campaign
and not a single ugly baby
was seen pressed against his kiss
When the devil ran for mayor, love
well, something was amissWhen the devil ran for mayor
well, his slogan was a knife
in the photo opportunities
he held his whiskey like a wife
and his necktie was a hangman’s noose
for a gray straightjacket suit
When the devil ran for mayor, love
his charm was absoluteWhen the devil ran for mayor
the competition disappeared
till they found them in the river
frozen screams from ear to ear
so the devil dressed in mourning
sporting all their wedding rings
When the devil ran for mayor, love
he wore some pretty thingsWhen the devil finished talking
all the townsfolk’s hands they bled
they’d clapped them raw at what they saw
and heard nothing that was said
the decision was unanimous
the day that freedom fell
When the devil ran for mayor, love
the wise all ran to hell
Grammar is the difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit.
—My flammable roommate’s fabulous writing professor (via eternallyinthetardis)
(Source: commodore-sparklebutt)
Atomize the firebrand
breathe the passion in
love lite tastes like something,
feels like nothing on the skinlike you calculate the madness
like you orchestrate the pain
like you infiltrate the mystery
and you imitate the sameNo, it’s not a song and dance
No, it’s not a lark
No, it is a fucking blaze
Amidst the deadly dark
xeno
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic chuckle, a nod of mutual respect, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random and unexceptional but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com)
Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.
—Paulo Coelho (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: thelittlephilosopher)
One glance at (a book) and you hear the voice of another person - perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time
—Carl Sagan (via civilizedinsurrection)
