Physics says: go to sleep. Of course Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
— Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullabye” (via larmoyante)
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.”
— Nizar Qabbani (via thatkindofwoman)
It was like any other impossible job, you got tired and you wanted to quit and then you got more tired and forgot to quit, and the minutes didn’t move, you lived forever inside of one minute, no hope, no out, trapped, too dumb to quit and nowhere to go if you did quit.
— Bukowski, “A Couple of Winos” (via 186000endingspersecond)
Favorite movie since I was itty bitty ❤
January 10th / sunrise and sunset
if you need to live an angry life then fucking do that i think that’s important don’t let anyone question where it comes from or tell you to lighten up it feels good to consistently be like fuck off when you’ve been forced to stomach certain things for so long it can feel good to intimidate and be very selectively tender ok ok