(Source: beyondloveandhate)
My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read.
So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met.
From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.
(Source: fleurishes)
(Source: athousandemptywords)
Fingertips stained with charcoal, she watched as raindrops kissed the windowpanes of her bedroom like long lost lovers. She was enamored by their beauty, infatuated with their freedom, disappointed with her own longing.
By Oleandermilk
Handwritten last stanza of The Raven, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.
(Source: interwar)
Richard Siken, Crush
(Source: seabois)
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Anais Nin
(Source: clavicola)
Neil Gaiman
Salvador Plascencia
(Source: dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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Lewis Carroll
(Source: serialstranger)
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