Wednesday, December 2, 2009
(via manufacturedtoyourdelight) (via furk)
You’ve dipped it in blood so many times
That dark face-weapon, to temper it well,
Blood-thirsty bird.
Why do you front the sun so obsitnately,
American eagle?
As if you owed him an old, old grudge, great sun: or an old,
old allegiance.
D.H. Lawrence, Eagle in New Mexico
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be never so vile. This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day. William Shakespeare, Henry V
It is the same on planets all over the galaxy. Whenever there are conquered species, the warriors are the first to be oppressed. Because they are the most dangerous. Steven Barnes, The Cestus Deception
Monday, November 30, 2009
You will not save the Earth by deciding which wire to cut (red/blue) at the last second. You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit. I Wrote This For You
For once I want to be the car crash,
not always just the traffic jam.

Snow Patrol, Headlights on Dark Roads

(just once).

There’s nothing scary about choice. Scary is when you don’t have choice. I Wrote This For You (via kari-shma) (via ashadeofgrey)
I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright. Joanna Newsom, Sawdust & Diamonds