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"perhaps it’s true, my happiest moments are the anticipation of other moments still to come."

- Susan Mitchell

(Source: word-digest)

"the one close to me now; even my own body—these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions."

- Izumi Shikibu

"i’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you i’m not afraid of your dark."

- Andrea Gibson (via cmnanquim)

(via thedutchtulipman)


i’m writing you a letter that will burn over the stove

just to watch the light between us

flame and burn out again.


- Shinji Moon

"i corrupted the edges of her autobiography, and smoked her ashes in the pages of her poetry…i fought within her consciousness until she became me."

- Erin Nerebekah

"i want to put my fingers on your palms and give you my words, and you could fix them; say them back to me as i meant them with your lips on mine, lending them a rhythm that i could never find."

- Isabella Bezette

"today in my heart, a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain."

- Federico García Lorca

"a hollow note crawls up my throat when you depart."

- Judie A. Fisher, Truth (via beryl-azure)


"you can long for what has passed," he said, "but it never brings it back. even memory a pale shadow."

- Dark Raven

(Source: dark-raven)


"sometimes thought exhaust me…"

- Dark Raven

"never wanted to be anyone but myself although figuring out who i was was sometimes a problem. but in the end i discovered that no one could offer me any more than i could offer myself."

- Dark Raven (via beryl-azure)

"i looked between the leaves and saw her. she danced in flecked with diamonds light as dust."

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via toutpourlamour)

"one night they fell asleep, side by side. he slept curled upon her back; a dark comma against her pale, elegant phrase."

- A.S. Byatt, Possession (via word-digest)

"i am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. also, of endless books."

- C. S. Lewis

(Source: amorette, via budddha)

"if shadows could talk
they would tell us
everything we know already
but in the melodious
language of tears
in which every third word rhymes."

- Gregory Orr, Some Notes on Shadows

(Source: apoetreflects, via budddha)