Cookies and Cream

Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

—James Joyce, Ulysses, “Scylla and Charybdis” (via somesundryequipment)

On the days your body spoils,
I’d still kiss you even when
you grit your teeth.

I’ll let you call my arms a buggy,
collect everything you need in them
while your Pasteurization unravels,
pretend Kardashian reality television
can armor white blood cells.

Make my chest an emergency room.
My hands will see you now.

—J. Bradley, “No Song Titles Were Harmed in the Making of This Poem” (via pigmenting)

(via lifeinpoetry)

I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.

—The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via modest-moon)