S. Jones's Blog, page 26

"How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words."

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”

- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via quotes-shape-us)

"noli me tangere" by s.jones

you got me…

infatuated by the sincerity

coddled by the commitment

raised by the love vibration

you…got…me.

-s.jones

"faerie talez" by s.jones

casting shadows

like rainbows

leaving sparkling matter

behind

you follow me

but I can’t seem to find

your hiding place

worlds demarcated

by such a thin line

lives populated

between the synapses of time.

-s.jones

"raven" by s.jones

truth telling time

whitewashed lies

still stain

pained

mistakenly disguised

as bittersweet surprise.

-s.jones

"I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her..."

“I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.”

- David Levithan, from Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"I don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don’t mean that in a..."

“I don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don’t mean that in a sad and lonely way; I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m good with words, but not spoken kind; I’ve often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.”

- Kate Morton, The Distant Hours (via thoughtssotrivial)

"All too violently my heart still flows toward you — my heart, upon which my summer burns, short,..."

“All too violently my heart still flows toward you — my heart, upon which my summer burns, short, hot, melancholy, overblissful; how my summer heart craves your coolness.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche, ”Ecce Homo” (via petrichour)

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"Now I won’t say any more, except that there are 482.000 seconds between now and your arrival, and..."

“Now I won’t say any more, except that there are 482.000 seconds between now and your arrival, and that is the moment I am living for.”

- Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 12 January 1929 (via violentwavesofemotion)