June 2012
17 posts
“That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.”
—Andrea Gibson, Yarn (via slutcyrus)
“Today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my pain.” —Federico García Lorca (via Swanfeather Songs)
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my pain.” —Federico García Lorca (via Swanfeather Songs)
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
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Maya Angelou (via quote-book)
which is why we write, write, write!
“She was gone, and all that was left was the space you’d grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence. For a long time, it remained hollow.”
—Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via yuseo)
