11:08 pm, BY darlingdriver[69,896 notes]


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06:21 pm, BY darlingdriver[161,376 notes]


since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

E. E. Cummings, Since Feeling Is First (via colporteur)

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03:12 am, BY darlingdriver[924 notes]

Woolf’s particular flavor of modernism is rooted in the drive to gather, hold, and deepen moments, to make the shimmering moment of perception the base upon which “reality” rests. Her sensibility honors the fleeting, fragile instances of a person’s life.
In an essay for TriQuarterly Lia Purpura writes about Virginia Woolf‘s “moments of being” and their importance for contemporary writing. (via millionsmillions)

09:52 pm, BY darlingdriver[94 notes]



Perpetual Calendar, 2013 | by Arina Pozdnyak

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12:02 am, BY darlingdriver[104,054 notes]


"The games get pretty crazy at English teachers’ parties."
—Dave Blazek, Loose Parts
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"The games get pretty crazy at English teachers’ parties."

—Dave Blazek, Loose Parts

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03:37 pm, BY darlingdriver[696 notes]


carvanha said: Hey! I'm highly interested in a job involving public speaking and motivation. What would be the best course of action in order to achieve a career like that? Thank you in advance for the insight, if you do read an answer this.


I have no idea. 

03:29 pm, BY darlingdriver[289 notes]

picture HD

Auguste Rodin, Icarus

Auguste Rodin, Icarus

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11:46 pm, BY darlingdriver[5,696 notes]



it’s a metaphor, see? you put the banana between your teeth but you never give it the power to shoot that whipped cream all over you.

02:55 am, BY darlingdriver[20 notes]

i’ve lost it
touch wit reality/ i don’t know who’s doin it
i thot i waz but i waz so stupid i waz able to be hurt
& that’s not real/ not anymore/ i shd be immune/ if i’m
still alive & that’s what i waz discussin/ how i am still
alive & my dependency on other livin beins for love
i survive on intimacy & tomorrow/ that’s all i’ve got goin
& the music waz like smack & you knew abt that
& still refused my dance waz not enuf/ & it waz all i had
but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical
dilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point
my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of
soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown
back on my face
Ntozake Shange, “no more love poems #4” from For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow is Enuf (via blackqueerboi)

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05:45 pm, BY darlingdriver[213 notes]