wethinkwedream:

“And I would like to listen in and listen out into you, into the world, into the woods.”

—

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Images; To Say Before Going to Sleep. Tr. Edward Snow.

douceurs:

heartofheads:

douceurs:

Of Power and Time, Mary Oliver / Liana Finck for the New Yorker

excerpt from I Will Be Leaving the Party Early by oumaima

wethinkwedream:

“you were not only the essence of that moment but of all my moments […]”

— Charles Bukowski, from Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit; “Mermaid”

quotemadness:

“But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.”

— Pablo Neruda

violentwavesofemotion:

“July. All sensation absent. Only magic, internal magic, your sky-blue soul.”

— Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Poems & Writings of V. K.; “Visitations,”

pigmenting:

“You can fool a lot of yourself but you can’t fool the soul.”

— Mary Oliver, from “Sister Turtle” in Winter Hours

violentwavesofemotion:

“You will outgrow something that was once a comfort; you will replace it with a song you hum in the soft parts of yourself.”

— Liv Walton, from “You Will Feel A Flash of Orange,” published c. April 2019

widewaterwoman:

take some time to do something precious + tender for urself sometimes

anime-penis:

i, and i can’t emphasize this enough, would literally die for merlin

wethinkwedream:

Sometimes, when I’m careless, I believe the wound is also the place where the skin reencounters itself, asking of each end, where have you been?

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous