April 2012
“Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn.”
– Thomas Gray (via obdormition)
“There is no name for what I’m feeling. There is no description for it. To call...”
– R. A. Nelson, Teach Me (via hadhafang)
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda
(via blankpagesandinvisibleink)
“She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via murmurandshout)
“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the...”
– Atonement by Ian McEwan (via slikesprettythings)
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