dirayati ardelia:
ardelia - blooming meadow/ardent/zeal
an affinity for all things beautiful and soulfully stimulating
... or something like that
# "We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger."
— T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via wholes)
— T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via wholes)
(Source: larmoyante, via mkadir)
# "Some days I can go nearly an hour
without thinking of the taste
of your mouth."
— Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)
without thinking of the taste
of your mouth."
— Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)
(via neuronstarcollision)
#
She forgets
that it’s all been remiss;
Faints of the past
Follow her
Into sensuous immanence.
# "
— Margaret Atwood, We are hard on each other (via corcordium)
i.
We are hard on each other
and call it honesty,
choosing our jagged truths
with care and aiming them across
the neutral table.
The things we say are
true; it is our crooked
aims, our choices
turn them criminal.
ii.
Of course your lies
are more amusing:
you make them new each time.
Your truths, painful and boring
repeat themselves over & over
perhaps because you own
so few of them
iii.
A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
iv.
Does the body lie
moving like this, are these
touches, hairs, wet
soft marble my tongue runs over
lies you are telling me?
Your body is not a word,
it does not lie or
speak truth either.
It is only
here or not here.
— Margaret Atwood, We are hard on each other (via corcordium)
(Source: colinfirthhasmoved, via tooinnocentandwise)
