March 2011
Under your skin the moon is alive: bedlam408:... →
bedlam408:
Enough living life so monotonously. Stay with me, will you, dear? I will put you into a Shakespearean tragedy, feel what it is like to be a part of a written book. I will read to you the sonnets on your fingertips, the pages on the costal cartilages of your ribcage. I will dedicate…
“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must...”
– Winnie the Pooh (via everyday-inspiration)
you make me smile like the sun (:
moonconversations:
all kinds of everywhere, more of myself to the wind than i’ve got ashes
moonconversations:
finally filled up
the hole you kissed out of me
when it was summer
“There is no sleep so deep I would not hear you there.”
– Samuel Beckett, The Footfalls (via dondante)
“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep...”
– Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via thebirthdayletters)
“I will warm your heart by the fire so that you can slip it in under your vest...”
– Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via thebirthdayletters)
“Come now, drift up the dark, come up the drifting sea-dark street now in the...”
– Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via thebirthdayletters)
“… lying on his back in the unbaled water, among crabs’ legs and tangled lines,...”
– Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via thebirthdayletters)
一步一步, 迈着脚步
一次一次, 看着我哭
parts of a whole: dreaming the end is nigh →
moonconversations:
stay still. perched atop the crow’s nest battered by the frothing waves, and you can see everything your eye’s will allow you to see. the world is not ending, i have proof plastered on my palms, i’ve got roots dangling out of my socks because i only want to stay put and reassure you that we are…
“You tell me that everything has a time limit on it; friendships, days, moments,...”
– (via iamnocturnal)
“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via justbesplendid)
