“I know that when I leave she is not going with me, and I can’t start loving her more now.”
— Neil Hilborn, The Future
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Tag: poetry
I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.
Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via wethinkwedream)
His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A ceirtanty rose in me, lodged in my throath.
I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller (via as-rare-as-trees)
Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I love her because of her quirks, not in spite of them.
Matthew Fisher on Tamed by Emma Chase (via suspend)
Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. This is why women are the chosen ones of Faerie, part of the vibrant, fluid, emotional soul of the world.
Brain Froud (via rabbitinthemoon)
“Spring,” they call her,
I call her solitude.
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Second Dedication,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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& remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong, “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” (via larmoyante)
As small as the world 