‘I don’t want to leave.’ ‘So don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz...– Lost In Translation
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.– Zelda Fitzgerald (via nc-17)
Sunday is usually full of anxiousness, humming thoughts and nostalgia. But this morning raindrops were visiting my window. Briefly, lightly and gently. Sunday morning rain; leaving me to sail the waves of calm and sentimental. They were telling me secrets, encouraging me in some odd and foreign way. I wanted to tell them to take me with them.
You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will...– Jim Carroll, The Basketball Diaries (via edieparkersmoking)
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors...– Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love” from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories (via awritersruminations)
My heart is a powerhouse My veins are telegraph posts (made of wood, metal, and concrete) (and dreams) Tell electricity I think of him often
As yet, neither of them had even attempted to hold hands. Yet the inevitable...– 三島 由紀夫 ( via naezekra)
You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy;...– Nick Hornby (How to Be Good)
Often when I imagine you your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run...– Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 45 (via krf)
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If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings...– Edward Abbey (via i-xvii)
We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too,...– Richard Siken (via seols)
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