Hello all I will be moving to my original tumblr, still posting occasionally here because this is a shared one!
All the pain, begone
All the ache, begone
All the sorrow that runs through my sorry veins
Begone, begone, begone
Which way would be Quickest
Life can be wildly tragic and I’ve had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.
Katharine Hepburn (via black-wolves)
That’s true. What do I want?
Just a guy you met in high school.
ouch
I think some therapy is in order.
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long-distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World” (Forgiveness Parade, Manic D Press, 1998)
(Source: gammasandgerunds)
