January 2012
17 posts
I have sea foam in my veins,
I understand the language of waves.
– Le Testament d’Orphée (via lavandula, butterflyflutterbygoodbye) (via messia)
And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical...
– Augusten Burroughs (via ungathering)
I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume they do.The important question is...
– William S. Burroughs
(via journalofanobody)
December 2011
79 posts
1 tag
It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via venula)
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via xregie)
Sometimes on a summer’s day the village is sunk
In silence, as if sunk under...
– Annie Dillard, “Attempt to Move” (found poem using material from Max Picard’s The World of Silence, 1948) (Mornings Like This, HarperPerennial, 1995)