January 2010
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away...
– John Keats
An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The...
– Emily Dickinson
and
she
danced
I can live here without you
At least I’m learning
But I cannot live...
I see something, I see a handsome soldier
I see myself remaining when all of...
Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty...
His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical...
I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a...
– Anais Nin (via semicolonlove) (via coketalk)
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of...