you have to be careful

You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.

What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.

Naomi Shihab Nye


winter's coming and you're stuck here

I wanted so badly to lie next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bootom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was dizzle and she was hurricane.
John Green, Looking for Alaska


how was I to know you would upset me


For going back to the Beatles is always a good thing to do.


In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life:
It goes on
- Robert Frost - 


Things to worry about:
Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Thing not to worry about:
Don't worry about popular opinion
Don't worry about dolls
Don't worry about the past
Don't worry about the future
Don't worry about growing up
Don't worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don't worry about triumph
Don't worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don't worry about mosquitoes
Don't worry about flies
Don't worry about insects in general
Don't worry about boys
Don't worry about disappointments
Don't worry about pleasures
Don't worry about satisfactions

- F. Scott Fritzgerald, letter to his 11 year old daughter (1933)


you look well on me

Marilyn Monroe and her co-star Adele Jergens 
in "Ladies of he Chorus", 1948


                                                There's an ache
in your absence.
The gnawing void
where your hands should be.
I want you to unravel me
hollow me out
swallow the whole
watch me come apart
at my seams.
Fingernails raking
toes curling
shattered breathing.
Take every piece of me
and remake me.
Shape me anew.
                      I am forever altered                                                      by every breath you take.


and still you're in my way

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye, that was the trouble;
I wanted to kiss you goodnight. 
And there's a lot of difference. 
Ernest Hemingway


I'll keep them still

So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. 
And maybe we'll never know most of them.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower