I will stop writing you letters, I will stop writing you poems. You do not know how to eat words. All you do is stare at them, dumbfounded and perplexed. Or gulp them up like water, never even setting your teeth into them. You do not know how to chew words, how to roll them on your tongue, and to let them caress your throat, and fall softly in your stomach. How to feel them there warm and soft, or bitter and cold. You do not let them explode under your teeth or melt in your cheeks. You do not know their smell and texture. They are the least of your concern, barely sustenance, decoration, a rare, but ultimately boring, treat, to let rot at the back of a refrigerator, and then throw away with barely a thought. I will not give you any of mine, not anymore, they are too delicious to me, and I am hungry all the time.

cambium:

(by Rachel_Finney)

How I read a book

(previously at either bookstore or library: I read the back of the book, smell the pages, feel the weight of it in my hands, hold it in the crook of my arms, against my chest. If it feels like a story I want to know, and it feels like we could be friends, I bring it home where I:)

• settle down comfortably somewhere, usually in bed
• open the book and read the dedication
• read one paragraph or page
• go back and look at the date of publication, reread the dedication
• close the book read the back again, caress the cover with my hand
• look at the beginning and end for acknowledgements and author’s notes
• read them
• read the last sentence or paragraph of the book (often for the second time as I might have done so before buying it or borrowing it)
• leaf through it to see any changes in typeface, the length of chapters, marks by previous owners.
• go back to the first paragraph or page and continue reading.
• repeat for every single book.

How to do fashion illustration

gingerhaze:

Step 1. Draw what you think an attractive human body looks like.

Step 2. Stretch it out until it’s twice as long as that.

Step 3. Do it again. No, seriously. If it still looks humanly possible, you’re doing it wrong.

Step 4. Now, do it again, but just to the legs this time.

Step 5. FASHION

this made me snicker.

steinundbein:

This three-story tower displays photographs from the Yaffa Eliach Shtetl Collection.Taken between 1890 and 1941 in Eishishok, a small town in what is now Lithuania, they describe a vibrant Jewish community that existed for 900 years. In 1941, an SS mobile killing squad entered the village and, within two days, massacred the entire Jewish population.

(via weissewiese)

Karen Russell - “Haunting Olivia” (from St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves)

Went to school with an antler-wearing girl. She wore dresses with bold flower prints and big black boots, painted her nails shades of blue, and wrote sonnets in the margins of her books. She swore like a sailor, and never went home. On Monday mornings she always had grass-stained knees and moss on her hair (always plaited in disarray). She  smelled like dark earth and leaves covered with rain. She could never focus on lectures, spent the recess chatting with the pigeons.
And at night while I dreamed of woods and lakes and trees, she dreamed of domesticity.

<3

magpiemag:

Magpie Magazine ~ Edition Five

Call For Submissions

ghostinlace:

Before and after, diving and scrounging for food. 

printed-ink:

Ocean Sea, by Alessandro Baricco

I love love this book so much.