While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in a...– Billy Collins (via theparisreview)
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up– Shane Koyczan (via andcombust)
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the...– The Great Gatsby (F.Scott Fitzgerald)
In my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic,...– Invitation to a Beheading, Vladimir Nabokov (via jaimelannister)
Our bones end hollow, sky blue; the flute comes untuned.– Erin Belieu, from “All Distance” (via the-final-sentence)
you can buy a mailbox for $180 if you wanna—after seriously considering...– my dad.
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...– Claude Monet You said it, Claude! You said it. (via mortal-husk)
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, true nobility is...– Ernest Hemingway (via lizattemptstoblog)
apoetreflects: A bird calls me From a dark tree In my dream. Calls me from the pink twig of daylight, From the long shadow That grows each day closer to my heart. —Charles Simic, opening lines to “The Bird,” from Selected Poems 1963-1983: Revised and Expanded (George Braziller, 1990)
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