∞
I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers.
— Ryan O’Connell, I Want To Know You (via bloodisthenewblackk)
(Source: emotional-algebra, via bloodisthenewblackk)
∞
I carry my scrapbook everywhere with me, it’s like a diary. I put museum tickets, Polaroids, and I draw in it. Mainly fairies. I love fairies.
— Sasha Pivovarova (via girlinlondon)
(Source: mentalstability, via girlinlondon)
∞
[That’s it.] The lover writes, the believer hears,
The poet mumbles and the painter sees,
Each one, his fated eccentricity,
As a part, but part, but tenacious particle,
Of the skeleton of the ether, the total
Of letters, prophecies, perceptions, clods
Of color, the giant of nothingness, each one
And the giant ever changing, living in change.
The poet mumbles and the painter sees,
Each one, his fated eccentricity,
As a part, but part, but tenacious particle,
Of the skeleton of the ether, the total
Of letters, prophecies, perceptions, clods
Of color, the giant of nothingness, each one
And the giant ever changing, living in change.
— Wallace Stevens, from “The Auroras of Autumn” (via the-final-sentence)
∞
Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I’ll study thee,
As he removes far off, that great heights takes;
How great love is, presence best trial makes,
But absence tries how long this love will be;
To take a latitude
Sun, or stars, are fitliest view’d
At their brightest, but to conclude
Of longitudes, what other way have we,
But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be?
As he removes far off, that great heights takes;
How great love is, presence best trial makes,
But absence tries how long this love will be;
To take a latitude
Sun, or stars, are fitliest view’d
At their brightest, but to conclude
Of longitudes, what other way have we,
But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be?
— John Donne, from “Valediction to His Book” (via the-final-sentence)
(Source: aubade, via the-final-sentence)
∞
He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wingsforlashes)
(Source: lostsplendor, via thesleepingfawn)
