I have faith in nights.

— Rainer Maria Rilke  (via augustuszeus)

(Source: fernsandmoss, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

30 Sep 2014 Reblogged from fernsandmoss

I look at you
Across those fires and the dark.

— Weldon Kees, from “Late Evening Song” (via the-final-sentence)

You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you

— Redvers Bailey (via pythons)

(Source: guntoyourhead, via thebravestscars)

28 Sep 2014 Reblogged from guntoyourhead

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

— Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)

(via fleur-decouture)

27 Sep 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

I guess it’s true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.

— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via bookmania)

27 Sep 2014 Reblogged from bookmania

And yet, what happens to the lilacs while everyone sleeps is extraordinary. In May there were a few droopy buds, but now the lilacs bloom again, out of season and overnight, in a single exquisite rush, bearing flowers so fragrant the air itself turns purple and sweet. Before long bees will grow dizzy. Birds won’t remember to continue north. For weeks people will find themselves drawn to the sidewalk in front of Sally Owens’s house, pulled out of their own kitchens and dining rooms by the scent of the lilacs, reminded of desire and real love and a thousand other things they’d long ago forgotten, and sometimes now wish they’d forgotten still.

— Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman (via thechocolatebrigade)

The only thing
you ever taught
me about love
is that it will
never mean
anything to me
without you.

— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 29 (via larmoyante)

(Source: venula, via larmoyante)

20 Sep 2014 Reblogged from venula

The world is gone, I must carry you.

— Paul Celan, from “Vast, glowing vault”, (trans. Michael Hamburger)

(Source: the-final-sentence, via angeldusttt)

I have so much of you in my heart.

— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante)

(via angeldusttt)

19 Sep 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

You look like a winter night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via hierarchia)

(Source: ricktimus, via baby--tiger)

18 Sep 2014 Reblogged from ricktimus

More and more frequently
the edges
of me dissolve.

— Margaret Atwood, from More And More (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: literarymiscellany, via baby--tiger)

All my sleepless nights,
I put into a quiet word.

— Anna Akhmatova, from Confusion (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)