March 2012
Blooming, I’m becoming hazy and disappearing like rotten flowers.
– 有村竜太郎 (via lavendertree)
The stars know everything, so we try to read their minds. As distant as they...
– Charles Simic, from “Autumn Sky” (via seabois)
1 tag
3 tags
I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use,...
– Vladimir Nabokov, from Speak, Memory (via vyr)
I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another...
– Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday (via seabois)
1 tag
The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her...
– Charles de Lint (via lavandula)
1 tag
3 tags
5 tags
The paradox: vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me and the...
– Brene Brown (via girlinlondon)
2 tags
3 tags