Louise Gluck, from October
(via watchoutforintellect)
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Louise Gluck, from October
(via watchoutforintellect)
Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream (via lifeinpoetry)
Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy, my loves just in time for Valentine’s Day ♥️
I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.
I really needed this
I’m bringing this back for December to remind everyone.
You did not waste your year.
If you made it this far, that’s already not wasting your year.
You made it through the year, you laughed, you cried, you smiled, you saw the sun and felt the rain, and most importantly, you’re still here.
You did not waste your year.
You mad it this far, and I’m proud of you.
I got teary with this. Thank you
Sarah Kay, from ‘Winter Without You’ (via 7-weeks)
4/21/17
… and because it was starting, it was starting.
―J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week
it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark
you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night
Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago are the sweetest and nobody can prove otherwise
for he is a star.
burning with the light of a thousand suns.
(and your world is dark without him.) [ x ]
the book thief; markus zusak
the dream job is probably being a greek water nymph in an early romanticism painting…..in a pond, tiddies out, looking bored & playing men with my girlfriends
John Constable + Clouds Studies
Ocean Vuong, excerpt of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via lesgardenias)