Enjoy the ride.
“I do not even struggle to speak; the spark of words dies so deep in my chest there is not even space to mount them on an exhale.”— Carmen Maria Machado, from “Difficult At Parties”, Her Body & Other Parties (via soracities)
You would love me because I should have strangled you
And because of my infamy
And I should love you the more because I had mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me. — T.S. Eliot, from The Love Song Of St. Sebastian (via atreides)
And because of my infamy
And I should love you the more because I had mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me. — T.S. Eliot, from The Love Song Of St. Sebastian (via atreides)
(via soracities)
ArtistPaolo Fresu
TitleBlue In Green
AlbumSonglines / Night and Blue
Your eyes remain my riches and my home.
— Saadi Youssef, from ‘Drowsiness’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
Don’t be a “respect is earned not given” kind of person
Be a “respect is given unless proven undeserved” kind of person
(via heart)
Take it. Take it…take it…Take my time, my cares, my blood, my flesh…
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Pages from the Journal of an Author
(via weltenwellen)
(via weltenwellen)
(via soracities)
