And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via inkyquill)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating
— Sylvia Plath (via kegsandeggs)
(Source: weepling, via kegsandeggs)
Why did I tear up the photos? Well they were frayed and old, as I was, and I must find new talismans.
— Hilda Doolittle
We all want people to be good and love one another. But what if we aren’t? What if we don’t?
— The Black Monk
Dear March - Come in -
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat -
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are -
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well -
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell -
— Emily Dickinson, from “Dear March - Come in -” (via growing-orbits)
I’m a much riskier actor than I am a person. There’s this Flaubert quote that I love, that I’m going to get slightly wrong. But it’s something about ‘I want to live - I want to live the quiet life of the bourgeois so that I can be violent and unrestrained in my work.’ That works for me. And for some reason I let myself between action and cut go into a kind of freefall, a place in a space where I am allowed to think, behave, move, appear in any way that I see fit. Unfortunately, I don’t let myself do that in my own waking life. But at least there’s some place for it.
— Michelle Williams (via jjjjjjjjjjrl)
(via jjjjjjjjjjrl)
We two remain:
yet by what miracle,
searching within the tangles of my brain,
I ask again.
— H.D. (via gilliancharlotte)
