Playful Misspellings

“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.” J. D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye (via bookmania)

“I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.” Neil Gaiman, from “Preludes and Nocturnes” (via weissewiese)

“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.” F. Scott Fitzgerald (via glassybaby)

(via fleurishes)

“I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.” Pablo Neruda, from “[We Have Lost Even]” (Poem 10), in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, translated by W.S. Merwin (via growing-orbits)

“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.” T.S. Eliot (via seabois)

(via fleurishes)