"But already you’ve got
that look, like wherever you are
you wish you’re someplace else —
though specific or
otherwise, you don’t say. I say
I love how snow falls
on gray snow. And at night
you can see the stars here,
but really, how long do you want
to look at stars? If you say it
and say it and say it, even happy
sounds meaningless. Or sad or sorry
or sublime. My favorite word is now.
No, now my favorite word is
the one you’re about to say.
“Wish is a funny word,” you say,
pouring coffee. “You don’t
hear it much anymore. Must be
we all got what we wanted.”"
- Excerpt from “In Lansing,” Matthew Thorburn (via elliptical)
of its troubles
on the way to
but if you look
can spot the
trauma upon its
- Noor Shirazie (via arabarabarab)
Dear Sleep: you were mine for the summer, now we know its nearly over, feels like snow in September, but I always will remember you were my summer love
"Every man is a damn fool for at least five minutes every day; wisdom consists in not exceeding the limit."
- Elbert Hubbard, The Roycroft Dictionary Concocted by Ali Baba and the Bunch on Rainy Days (via hqlines)