temperance.

Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws. I am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other:

[jeongjaehyuns]

jaehyun for 2021 nct 127 season’s greetings

[lifeinpoetry]

This is what makes sense to me. Nothing else does. You’re the only one I want to talk to. You’re the only one I like talking to. You are the only one who understands me. You are the only one who makes me make sense. Even though I never make sense. But you know.

— Sylvie Baumgartel, from Song of Songs: A Poem (via lifeinpoetry)

[megairea]

Diego Valeri, from “Now you have gone away” (tr. by Michael Palma)