|—||Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (via bookmania)|
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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The kiss of death.
This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
through the halls of hell
is not the same as love.
|—||Gregory Orr, from “When Eurydice Saw Him”|
from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via nicollecamille)|
|—||Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via bookmania)|
|—||Oscar Wilde (via philphys)|
To what do these lungs demand?
These fingers sense a certain grave
With every shiver of your grotesque gaze
Paints patent traces of life and its vibes
The lipstick upon this weary cigarette
Sketches back to the soulless faces
And broken stories of song
Vibrant and floral salvation,
|—||Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (via philphys)|
Brandon Morgan, the Marine in this photo, says of its viral popularity:
To everyone who has responded in a positive way. My partner and I want to say thank you. Dalan, the giant in the photo, can’t believe how many shares and likes we have gotten on this. We didn’t do this to get famous,or something like that we did this cause after 3 deployments and four years knowing each other, we finally told each other how we felt. As for the haters, let em hate…to quote Kat Williams, everyone needs haters, so let them hate. We are the happiest we have ever been and as for the whole PDA and kissing slash hugging in uniform…it was a homecoming, if the Sergeants Major, Captains, Majors, and Colonels around us didn’t care…then why do you care what these random people have to say?
|—||Clark Moustakas (via gaywrites)|
I have always wondered who or what I was in my past life, or who or what I would want to be in another life if it was possible. The are so many possibilities to what it could be but my choice is supposedly the inevitable…
“The little Mermaid” has been and always will be my all time favorite classic as a kid. I have always wanted to be a mermaid. Yes, it might be a silly way to wanna be but if it was possible then I would find a way to be so cause I wouldn’t see it any other way. During the summer I am constantly around water and always pretend I’m on adventures in the water. Finding and searching that of which has yet to be found by the men and women of today. A wide nation in length and depth and the ending of possibilities. But of course this is just silly, childish imagination. Reality always eventually takes whole and leaves us to continue to dream and put off out wishes and dreams for another day.
If I could ever make this dream possible I would, but the dreams that are real should not be ignored by those who desire it in such ways as I do…