“The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.”
- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
*Life:
her warm breath
smells of cinnamon and honey and
cigarette butts which
lie in the gutter and
she draws you in
…
ok the whole thing doesn’t reblog… but you get the gist.
Ray Bradbury, requiescat in pace
-Shel Silverstein
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To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
always reblog auguries of innocence.
#williamblakeswag
Fire leapt from your head
but the memories bled
till you said all the ribbons fell out wrong
when the scalpel exposed
what tenth graders should know
why the smart tend to keep all their clothes on
but you and me Anna
aren’t saving the day
with our limber but tired views on beauty
all the…
somebodytoldmeyoulookedlikeanowl:
Make new friends
but keep the old
one is Silver
the other has a regular person’s name
like Kevin or something
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
~William Blake
