she walks in beauty like the night.

writer, poetry, adventurer. instagram: yourpoetseyes. 35mm instagram: anodetofilm.

[cottagecorefairy]

foggy day in the forest.

[stuckinapril]

Things get so crazy and u lose urself for a little bit then u get a night to wind down w a book before bed and u realize the 14 yr old girl who used to spend all her time at her school library tucked in her favorite corner reading her favorite books never left

[yourpoetseyes]

i love cold air that cuts your skin. i love having the window wide open, the room filled with ice cold air but you‘re warm under the sheets. i love when your breath turns to little clouds. i love the juxtaposition of a sunny day and minus degrees. i love deep breaths saturated with fresh oxygen. i love sitting on my windowsill at night with the window wide open; while my body is in the warmth of my room my face is hit by the wind, painting my cheeks all red. all summer I wait for these moments when taking a breath is the most exquisite thing, and you‘re feeling so alive

[pinkblanc]

George Tice, Jonesport, Maine, 1971

[atinkleofdarkness-deactivated20]

From The Fairies’ Festival by John Witt Randall, 1895

[nondelphic]

the first chill of the season always feels like a deadline for an unwritten book

[mournfulroses]

Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

[lovewillbreakyourheartforever]

please please please let me get what i want september

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

[brucespringsteencomments]

[ilyspliff]

the only way out is through, and i believe in you .

[alexanderbeengreat-deactivated2]

She showed me her scars, I kissed them.

[poetic-questions]

—Franz Kafka, "The Diaries" (from the travel diaries, 1912)

[originalromanticsir]

When you're committed, the weather doesn't matter. In travel - or love.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[mournfulroses]

Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

[beardedmrbean]

[desmadreymedio]

I hate texting, let me cut you fruit and feed you by hand