What do you know except for this haunt I am? Alice Notley, from “Introducing Carthage,” Songs and Stories of the Ghouls (via lifeinpoetry)
Tag Archives: poetic
The state of the sky means a lot to me. If I wake up to a beautiful sunset I will begin my day alive and filled with joy. Though today it is cloudy, I am not sad though, I just miss the sky. coral-vellichor
If a man devotes himself to art, much evil is avoided that happens otherwise if one is idle. Albrecht Durer (via wnq-art)
This is the last time I shall write you, dear, unless the strange spell is broken. And my last word is one of tenderness for the friend I love—for the lover I worshiped. Edith Wharton – from a letter to Morton Fullerton featured in The Letters of Edith Wharton (via watchoutforintellect)
Darling, you shouldn’t let your heart and your mind be destroyed by something— by someone that you hate, your soul needs all the things that you love. And those are the things you should pay more attention to. ma.c.a // Let Them Wonder (via vomitingwords)
julieannesanjoseofficial: I will write you a million words with my lips on your skin.
boykeats: honey
What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment’s surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed. T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
venusflvtrap: concept: she is the moon that illuminates your path; her eyes are stars that help you find your way
Heaven knows I’m prone to leave the only God I should have loved. …And yet, You’re far too beautiful to leave me. In Memoriam // The Oh Hellos (via kvtes)