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schizophreniatic:

Ira Levin, Rosemary’s Baby

schizophreniatic:

Ira Levin, Rosemary’s Baby


I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Pablo Neruda

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
T. S. Eliot, Prufrock and Other Poems


If you’re in distress, and you feel God’s broken the bargain that was supposed to make you permanently content, you’re wrong: there never was any such bargain. The bargain was, that you become like Jesus. If you’re facing hardship, and you think it’s because God’s against you, you’re wrong: God is for you. Always was and ever shall be. Nothing can separate you from the love of God. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Nothing. God is with you at every step, and Jesus has faced everything you’re facing, and you were with God in the very beginning of all things, you are now, and you always will be, and being with God in hardship is always better than being separate from God in comfort ever could be.
Sam Wells (via schizophreniatic)

(via schizophreniatic)



schizophreniatic:

Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

schizophreniatic:

Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth


schizophreniatic:

Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

schizophreniatic:

Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before


aseaofquotes:

Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World

aseaofquotes:

Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World

(via raynman)


bring in the light

Driver: So where do your travels take you?
Judd: Miami.
Driver: Miami! An exuberant place. What takes you there? Business or pleasure?
Judd: Well, neither. I'm visiting a sick friend.
Driver: Oh. I am very sorry to hear that. You know...you're carrying a lot of darkness around you.
Judd: Sorry?
Driver: Darkness. You're carrying it all around you...that's NOT why you're going to see your friend. *You're* there to bring in the light. *You're* there to bring them up. Okay? UP! Y'hear?
Judd: I hear ya. Up.
Driver: Good! 'Cause y'know...you got to give back what you've been given, my friend.

schizophreniatic:

a man standson hishead oneminute—
then hesitdown alldifferent
—Aram Saroyan. Art: Hossein Zare.

schizophreniatic:

a man stands
on his
head one
minute—

then he
sit
down all
different

Aram Saroyan. Art: Hossein Zare.


schizophreniatic:

— Rainer Maria Rilke

schizophreniatic:

— Rainer Maria Rilke

(via raynman)


Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things — air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky — all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Cesare Pavese (via darkinterludes)

(via deliciousinterludes)


backroadshaiku:

fireflies…

we can all be stars

for a few seconds

    ____

summer breeze -

the last song

of a hay field

    ____

drying hay -

a hawk

circles lower


victim-of-convenience:

Behind the bomb
we planted a garden
said we’d grow old there
instead grew too wise
Roses were just roses
to nettles to dust
Nothing lasts forever, love
least of all us

Over the garden
we carved out a city
a fortress of fear
and doubt in disguise
of fountains for pennies
prayers for the poor
and billions to finance
tomorrow’s new war

Beside the water
we buried our bones
under blankets of roses
pennies on our eyes
and followed the ocean
to river to stream
to bloom from this battlefield
Nature redeems