“And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working icon, And by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.”
— Anna Akhmatova, excerpt of “You Thought I Was That Type (via sansza)

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“And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working icon, And by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.”
— Anna Akhmatova, excerpt of “You Thought I Was That Type (via sansza)
There is definitely something nice about watching the rain from a porch.
I have no problem if your personal blog is NSFW, but if it is please don’t reblog this.
“I have loved you so much that I believe I understand you a little.”
— Marcel Proust
Drunk
It is only when I'm in a drunken stage do I have the courage
It is only when I'm drunk do I hear you
It is only when I'm drunk do I know
It is only when I'm drunk do I see you
When will I see you when I'm sober?
“She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.”
— Virginia Woolf
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“it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.”
— Mary Oliver, from “Invitation,” Red Bird: Poems (via wildfairy)
“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”
— Marguerite Duras
This is so aesthetically satisfying.
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I want my own place. I want plants everywhere. I want a cat. I want to be happy
“Lovers for the most part are without hope: passion also is just a bridge, a means of connection …”
— Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), from “Poem Of The End”
“That conversation we were always on the edge of having, runs on in my head…”
— Adrienne Rich, “Twenty-One Love Poems,” Part XX
sensory
“I like sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
— Ernest Hemingway