I became a linguist to tell you I love you in all possible ways.

(via misplacedmaps)

i became a linguist to develop a predictive theory of the space of possible ways to tell you i love you through detailed analysis of attested ways to tell you i love you and development of testable hypotheses about as yet unobserved instances of telling you i love you within an explanatory theoretical framework (via quoiquecesoit)

(via wordless-stanza)



aseaofquotes:

W.B. Yeats, “The Stolen Child”
Submitted by megatr0nprime.

aseaofquotes:

W.B. Yeats, “The Stolen Child”

Submitted by megatr0nprime.

(via maskandunveiling)


licklucifer:

oh my goodness

these are the most beautiful harry potter fan arts i’ve ever seen

(via marykatewiles)


I still feel like a rough draft.
Who’s gonna proof me
or prood me
or prep me
or pull me back from the edge of the platform?
Time blinds like the headlight on a train coming full speed.
I don’t wanna get on
or grow up
or grow inwardly complacent.
"The D Train Teaches a Lesson in Patience" by Zora Howard (via yearsofmagicalthinking)

(via thestriversrow)


incidentalcomics:

Understanding Poetry
Happy National Poetry Month! This comic was inspired by one of my favorite poems, "The New Poetry Handbook" by Mark Strand. This month on Incidental Comics, I’ll be exploring the world of poetry. A place, as Marianne Moore famously said, of  ”imaginary gardens with real toads in them.”

incidentalcomics:

Understanding Poetry

Happy National Poetry Month! This comic was inspired by one of my favorite poems, "The New Poetry Handbook" by Mark Strand. This month on Incidental Comics, I’ll be exploring the world of poetry. A place, as Marianne Moore famously said, of  ”imaginary gardens with real toads in them.”

(via amandaonwriting)


Original Poem: “Anchor”

altarandhour:

In an old oak cabin
sang an old hymn
to an old misnomer:
"anchored in Jehovah,
I shall not be moved.”

We filled Your silence
with theories about Your stillness,
added an e-o-a to ה ו ה י,
sang that this Jehovah
is a safe sandbar for weary souls.

So I cast anchor in an ocean of a Name
but it did not reach bottom;
the voice of an
unpronounceable wind commanded my sail
and I have not ceased to be moved.



You are the habit
that I will spend my lifetime
trying not to break.