February 2012
49 posts
It’s Not a Fairytale: Seattle to Build Nation’s... →
Seattle’s vision of an urban food oasis is going forward. A seven-acre plot of land in the city’s Beacon Hill neighborhood will be planted with hundreds of different kinds of edibles: walnut and chestnut trees; blueberry and raspberry bushes; fruit trees, including apples and pears; exotics like pineapple, yuzu citrus, guava, persimmons, honeyberries, and lingonberries; herbs; and more. All...
“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you...”
– Charles Bukowski (via princess-steppenwolf)
“Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your...”
– I Wrote This For You (via anditslove)
“To think of gratitude and to think of thank you cards
instead, the small panic...”
– Gratitude, Leigh Stein (via floralnymph)
“When my body had forgotten its purpose,
when it just hung off my brainstem like...”
– December, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via floralnymph)
“Why did he write to her,
“I can’t live without you”?
And why did she write to...”
– Carl Sandburg (via floralnymph)
“If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting...”
– Like This, Rumi (via floralnymph)
“It was your idea
to park and watch the elephants
swaying among the trees
like...”
– The Two Times I Loved You Most In A Car, Dorothea Grossman (via floralnymph)
“There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via -bookworm)
“The kinder ones fucked better, really, and after you were around them awhile...”
– Women, Charles Bukowski (via doubleplusungood)
“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives,...”
– Paulo Coelho (via observedintoexistence)
“The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.”
– Albert Camus (via bookshavepores)
“Mediocrity bores me.”
– Anna Wintour, 60 Minutes (2009)
January 2012
98 posts
floralnymph:
The most beautiful sea:
hasn’t been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn’t grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven’t seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven’t said yet…
- Nâzım Hikmet Ran, September 24th 1945