April 2012
there are too many poems about
how much you love someone,
and how you want to...
– Writings for Winter: rediscovering you (via coffeeislovely)
The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.
– Phaedrus (via biitumen)
Falling down is how we grow. Staying down is how we die.
– Brian Vaszily (via heavy-days)
By being yourself, you put something wonderful in the world that was not there...
– Edwin Elliot (via peaceblaster)
I looked at her and a voice inside me said, we only see starlight because all...
– Steven Hall (via incisio)
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee;
What thou lov’st well is...
– Rebecca Lindenberg, “In the Museum of Lost Objects” (via aubade)
According to Greek Mythology, humans were originally created with four arms,...
– Plato, The Symposium (via fleurishes)
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it...
– John Steinbeck (via floatingmemories)
I envy you.
Every moment, you can leave me.
I cannot leave myself.
– Anna Świrszczyńska (via absentia)
I’m the lazy poet
Who needs to fall in love
In order to write anything.
It’s...
– Michael Attie (via atomiclanterns)
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...
– Anaïs Nin (via thesefadedcolors)
Every word is an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
– Samuel Beckett (via sufjanism)
Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say...
– Max Lucado (via modernhepburn)
Make peace with the universe.
Take joy in it.
It will turn to gold....
– Rumi (via human-voices)
It’s so easy to laugh, so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
– Morrissey (via hholden)
Please don’t forget me whenever your skin and mine are too far apart.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via petalis)
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
– Andre Breton (via cordura)
Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.
– Albert Camus (via girlwithoutwings)
One clear night while the others slept, I climbed
the stairs to the roof of the...
– Mark Strand, “Black Sea” (via fleurishes)