Vedika Samant

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky.

The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Lament’ tr. Stephen Mitchell (via decreation)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

We cannot read the darkness. We cannot read it. It is a form of madness, albeit a common one, that we try.

Bluets, Maggie Nelson (via decreation)

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "Loneliness." Blue Horses

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

I was once foolish enough to believe knowledge would clarify, but some things are so gauzed behind layers of syntax and semantics, behind days and hours, names forgotten, salvaged and shed, that simply knowing the wound exists does nothing to reveal it.

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong (via decreation)

[qvotable]

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way

Carl Sagan (via qvotable)

[uutpoetry]

It is sad, very sad to know a hand stamped in the dust lasts less time than the path a leaf opens when it dies.

Rafael Alberti, “Fragments of a Desire” (via uutpoetry)

[socalledvedica]

Family dosen’t have to be blood

Read this in a book called ‘Saint Nick’ by the Oli… felt like many more people should see it! (via vedzzzz)

[socalledvedica]

Family dosen't have to be blood

Read this in a book called 'Saint Nick' by the Oli... felt like many more people should see it!