So I Am Getting A New Tattoo Soon( A Quote From Prozac Nation) And I Found A Great Stash Of Other Beautifully Inspired Literary Tattoos At http://www.contrariwise.org/ Enjoy xx
“When we grab you by the ankles
Where our mark is to be made
you’ll soon be doing noble work
Although you won’t be paid
When we drive away in secret
You’ll be a volunteer
So don’t scream where we take you;
The world is quiet here.”
-Lemmony Snicket
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-The Jabberwocky from Alice in Wonderland
"It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, "that you're free to do anything."
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
- Excerpt from A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
By a mad miracle I go intact
Among the common rout
Thronging sidewalk, street,
And bickering shops;
Nobody blinks a lid, gapes,
Or cries that this raw flesh
Reeks of the butcher’s cleaver,
Its heart and guts hung hooked
And bloodied as a cow’s split frame
Parceled out by white-jacketed assassins.
- Excerpt from “Street Song” by Sylvia Plath
But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky. But believe me- it’s better to look at the sky than to live there. Such an empty place; so vague. just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear…”- Excerpt from Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself
-Sylvia Plath, Tulips
“I feel infinite.”
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spend, and we felt young in a good way.”
- Excerpt from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Cole Rise Has Spent The Better Half Of His Life Taking Pleasure Behind The Lens; Stalking Cows And Lying In The Grass To Capture The Landscape. His Work Has Been Featured In A Notable Amount Of International Creative Magazines, Books, Billboards, Websites, Posters, And Even A Few CD Covers For Bands You Can Find In Most Music Stores. He Can't Tell You How Big The Universe Is, Or Why We're Really Here, But His Work Sometimes Flirts With The Idea Of Knowing.
Nick Gentry Paints Portraits That Use A Combination Of Obsolete Media Formats, Making A Comment On Waste Culture, Life Cycles And Identity. Using Old Disks As A Canvas, These Artefacts Are Combined To Create Photo-Fits And Identities That May Draw Connections To The Personal Information That Is Then Forever Locked Down Underneath The Paint.
Love This Song! Such Hippie Music! A Friend Of Mine Showed Me This A Year Ago, And I Had Forgotten That This Was The Same Band I Had Been Listening To For The Last Four Months!
Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa,
Not the way that I do love you.
Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.
Man oh man you're my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness,
There ain't nothing that I need.
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.
Ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
La, la, la, la, take me home.
Mother, I'm coming home.
I'll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle through the dark,
Girl I never loved one like you.
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.
We laugh until we think we'll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin' new is sweeter than with you
And in the streets you run afree,
Like it's only you and me,
Geeze, you're something to see.
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
La, la, la, la, take me home.
Daddy, I'm coming home.
Him: Jade
Her: Alexander
Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do.
Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.
Paris Is Obviously Something I Am Very Obsessed With, The Louis The Eighth Furniture Being One Of My Favourite Things. The Paris Apartment Is A Boutique Online That Offers Vintage French Pieces Found In Flea Markets In The City.These Are Some Of My Favourites ( Tho All Far Too Expensive On My Student Budget) From The Many Pieces The Offer On The Paris Apartment. Also Check Out The Blog!
In the end, the experiences we had together, and the memories that then formed, those didn’t matter. Instead, it was the absence of memory that defined our togetherness, the things we never did together: we never kissed in the rain; we tried once, but it was only drizzling. We never spent the night together as teenagers, there never came a weekend when parents went out of town. We never had dancing lessons or took a summer art class together.
Those gaps in memory are what give birth to loneliness, when all you can remember are all the things you did not do, things you only read in books or saw in movies, superimposing your faces onto perfectly framed bodies.
That is love, when you only wish you had done more. It’s almost as though you feel you are forgetting something, you are forgetting that there is nothing to forget. It is something the opposite of amnesia. We are all scrambling to recover memories of lives we never led.
The list goes on: we never made love in a hotel in South Carolina. We never visited the Smithsonian. We never held hands and watched fireworks on the Fourth of July.
I Know Its Has Been Forever Since I Have Blogged, But Alot Has Happened In My Life In The Last Few Days. So I Recently Broke Up With My Boyfriend Of Almost 2 Years..The Same Day I Moved To A New City...And Started A New Job. Alot To Take In Right? In Addition To My Amazing Friends I Have Had Help To Survive From Some Lovely Vices, All Of Which I Could Definately Not Survive Without! X
