Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
“Tell me, in storms, that you love me.”
— Julia de Burgos
– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"
[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]
Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written in December 1926
Elton Glaser, from a poem titled “And In The Afternoons I Botanized,” featured in Parnassus
Wow everyone is going through it. Hold my hand
reblog to hold the hand of the person you reblogged from
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.
Albert Camus, The Outsider (via thehopefulquotes)
Georgy Chulkov, from “Autumnal Love,” featured in “A Treasury of Russian Verse,”
Bedtime.
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via quotespile)
FRIENDS (1994–2004) 4.04 The One with the Ballroom Dancing
“Words,” he said, “is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life. So you must simply try to be patient and stop squibbling. As I am telling you before, I know exactly what words I am wanting to say, but somehow or other they is always getting squiff-squiddled around.”
Roald Dahl, The BFG (via quotespile)
ENOUGH ABOUT BOOBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE FUCKING COMET IS COMING
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In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood [originally published 1987]
Ylang Messenguiral by Melanie Rodriguez for Vogue Poland May 2023