Courage, Dear Heart.

stelenadaily:

petaltexturedskies:

I stand in the window and watch the moon. She is thin and lustreless, But I love her. I know the moon, and this is an alien city.

Amy Lowell, from a London thoroughfare. 2 A.M.; sword blades and poppy seed: poems, 1914

socdaily:

NINA ZENIK + Heartrender hands

feral-ballad:

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

(via arcalian)

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Richard siken / dave eggers

Sylvia path

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

-Louisa may alcot.

-franz kafka