December 2011
4 posts
“I want to put the universe on my bedroom walls. I want to open my eyes in the...”
– (via girlinawhimsicalland)
November 2011
13 posts
“Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don’t want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy. I you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I’ve given up on my brain.
I’ve torn the...
it-got-to-me:
“Being sick allows you to check out of life. Getting well again means you have to check back in.”
October 2011
3 posts
September 2011
31 posts
You tie me down by my white flesh and straddle me with your knees. The red sun burns your freckles further into your skin and teases your golden locks with its fury. I find myself entranced like moths to light to the soft intensity in your pupils radiating the energy of the moon. Your Iris’s blue as sapphires and topaz stones: I, your fragile insect wing, diminish under your formidable...
“Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to ...
