Sweet Nugget

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Mon, 13 May 2013 17:45:53 -0400

Man, I love her

Thu, 09 May 2013 14:48:46 -0400

Man, I love her

your-snowflake: cherrispryte: Fred McFeely Rogers (March 20,...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 15:55:38 -0400

cherrispryte:

Fred McFeely Rogers (March 20, 1928 – February 27, 2003)

Oh. Sobbing. Okay.

why am i actually crying at this

conniecann: [x]

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 14:32:15 -0400

conniecann:

[x]

spinepoetry: “You Are Here” by Mary the Dog (with a little help...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 13:48:12 -0400

spinepoetry:

“You Are Here” by Mary the Dog (with a little help from @Jessifer)

You Are Here

The Windup Girl

Falling Up

You Know Your Way Home

spinepoetry: Patience by Loki the Cat (with a little help from...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 13:47:47 -0400

spinepoetry:

Patience by Loki the Cat (with a little help from @Jessifer)

#LoCSpines

googlepoet: www.googlepoetics.com

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:18:37 -0400

googlepoet:

www.googlepoetics.com

"As human beings, our job in life is to help people realize how rare and valuable each one of us..."

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:12:15 -0400

“As human beings, our job in life is to help people realize how rare and valuable each one of us really is, that each of us has something that no one else has—or ever will have—something inside that is unique to all time. It’s our job to encourage each other to discover that uniqueness and to provide ways of developing its expression.”

- Fred Rogers

“My thoughts — and here they are at their worst — balloon into debilitating...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 15:25:00 -0400

“My thoughts — and here they are at their worst — balloon into debilitating worries that lie, that is to say, they do not speak to me with accuracy about past, present or future moments. You are going to lose your job. It’s out of pity they don’t tell you how bad you are. You’re a flimsy self-bitch. Catastrophic is how my shrink describes them. What feels painful about catastrophia (made that up) is not so much thought content but the frequency and fluency of thought, the textural motion (barbed-like?) of incessant self-interruption, water flooding the hull, a deck of cards with edges like shards flung inside a cockpit, an expulsion of pet dander, an endless list of every person I have disappointed or hurt and will disappoint or hurt combined with an endless list of all of the problems I have caused for myself. My damaged marriage, my uncontrollable impulses, my impossible desire, my unparagraphed prose. My face suddenly feels hot and wet, as if everything were collapsing inside me, crumbling against the backside of my face, as if the backside of my face were an inverted bowl filling up with the warm effluvia of sorrow. My thoughts become self-pitying, self-obliterating.”

— Jay Ponteri, Wedlocked: A Memoir

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Mon, 11 Mar 2013 17:28:30 -0400

"The purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be..."

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 16:24:38 -0500

“The purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”

- Kurt Vonnegut (via nevver)

arpeggia: e.e. cummings - excerpt from somewhere i have never...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 18:00:05 -0500

arpeggia:

e.e. cummings - excerpt from somewhere i have never travelled

googlepoet: http://www.googlepoetics.com/

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 13:02:26 -0500

googlepoet:

http://www.googlepoetics.com/

visual-poetry: by bpNichol (+)from the book “still water”...

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 15:56:23 -0500

visual-poetry:

by bpNichol (+)
from the book “still water” (1970)

[download the book for free]

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Sun, 17 Feb 2013 02:27:10 -0500

Rules for living

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 14:28:42 -0500

Rules for living

From http://www.marcjohns.com

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 13:16:00 -0500

From http://www.marcjohns.com

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Wed, 09 Jan 2013 01:23:37 -0500

kuebiko

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 12:48:26 -0500

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of horror, which force you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—rebuilding the fences around what’s normal, weeding out all unwelcome and invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—propping yourself up like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.

livelymorgue: On July 27, 1956, the Stockholm, a Swedish liner,...

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 11:12:07 -0500

livelymorgue:

On July 27, 1956, the Stockholm, a Swedish liner, returned to New York with 533 survivors from the Italian ship Andrea Doria, which it had collided with in heavy fog off Nantucket. The Page 1 report noted that “Fourteen-year-old Linda Morgan, reported killed, was brought in alive though injured on the Stockholm. She is the step-daughter of Camille M. Cianfarra, Madrid correspondent of The New York Times. He and his daughter Joan were killed, and his wife, Jane, was injured. Mrs. Cianfarra, who was rescued by the Ile de France, and Linda are now in separate New York hospitals.” At press time, eight were known dead and another 29 to 46 missing. Photo: Arthur Brower/The New York Times