Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that...– Evelyn Waugh
One by one, I drowned all the people I’d been.– Conor Oberst
Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad...– Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via audreylostinparis)
When you know in your gut That something is right, But the timing just isn’t.
Keeping your head in the right place and making...
No regrets. Onwards, always onwards. :)
The only one who's stuck around (and I wonder why...
There are things I have to say
but instead, will let slip away quietly; so quietly
I get that change doesn’t come on a particular day of the year and, more often than not, promises made are soon after broken; but there’s something very comforting about knowing that on this day, you aren’t alone in hoping for something better.
Encased in Irony: Cinderella →
lightingstrike: Cinderella I’ve learned to be wary of the things you find beautiful. You once said this hour was your favorite precisely because it wouldn’t last, because it could slip away as easily as a heartbeat. Glass strains under the weight of sand. Moondrunk, you told me I was beautiful. There was a phrase you could never tire of saying—darling, my name, darling; I call out to...
for all that remains of the children, their eyes, staring at us, ...– Lucille Clifton, Sorrow Song
Leave a Light On For Me: Of Short Stories and... →
It’s true, what they say. How writers only write what they know and writers only write what they feel. You are a poem. Open-ended. Unfinished. Make of it what you will. I try to write you like a story - with a beginning, middle, end. A narrative. Here. This is what happened. This is what will happen next. This is how that makes me feel. I have tried countless times to write something more of...
You make me wish for things I know I can never...
Words never mean what we want them to mean.– Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
when you see something and your heart sinks and youre just like oh ok then