1. 01:28 19th Oct 2014

    Notes: 43447

    Reblogged from hermosanikita

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  2. 08:06 18th Oct 2014

    Notes: 15

    Reblogged from motherground

    Tags: troy jollimoreunread



    I’d like to take back my not saying to you
    those things that, out of politeness, or caution,
    I kept to myself. And, if I may —
    though this might perhaps stretch the rules —I’d like
    to take back your not saying some of the things
    that you never said, like “I love you” and “Won’t you
    come home with me,” or telling me, which
    you in fact never did, perhaps in the newly
    refurbished café at the Vancouver Art
    Gallery as fresh drops of the downpour from which
    we’d sought shelter glinted in your hair like jewels,
    or windshields of cars as seen from a plane
    that has just taken off or is just coming in
    for a landing, when the sun is at just the right angle,
    that try as you might, you could not imagine
    a life without me. The passionate spark
    that would have flared up in your eye as you said this —
    if you had said this —I dream of it often.
    I won’t take those back, those dreams, though I would,
    if I could, take back your not kissing me, openly,
    extravagantly, not caring who saw,
    or those looks of anonymous animal longing
    you’d throw everyone else in the room. I’d like
    to retract my retracting, just before I grabbed you,
    my grabbing you on the steps of the New York
    Public Library (our failure to visit
    which I would also like to recall)
    and shouting for all to hear, “You, you
    and only you!” Yes, I’d like to take back
    my not frightening the pigeons that day with my wild
    protestations of uncontrolled love, my not scaring
    them off into orbit, frantic and mad,
    even as I now sit alone, frantic and mad,
    racing to unread the book of our love
    before you can finish unwriting it.

    — troy jollimore

  3. 08:01

    Notes: 37

    Reblogged from bobdylan-n-jonimitchell

    Plays: 250

    "If you go when the snowflakes storm
    When the rivers freeze and summer ends
    Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
    To keep her from the howlin’ winds

    Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
    If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
    Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
    That’s the way I remember her best.

    I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
    Many times I’ve often prayed
    In the darkness of my night
    In the brightness of my day

    So if you’re travelin’ to the north country fair
    Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
    Remember me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine…”

  4. 07:35 13th Oct 2014

    Notes: 38

    Reblogged from journalofanobody

    Well, I turn people into human beings by not making them into gods.
    — Immogen Cunningham (via whatiseebeforeme)
  5. 22:16 8th Oct 2014

    Notes: 359

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