November 2011
11 posts
“What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a...”
– Gustave Flaubert (via whiskey river)
“Death is extraordinarily like life when we know how to live. You cannot live...”
– J. Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known (via universoul)
so i wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. till then my windows ache
—Pablo Neruda
“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via slychedelic)
“I came to know
birds I couldn’t hope to see but started
repeating the names of...”
– (via ahuntersheart)
“Brutal to give
the prisoner a window—
a blue sky glimpse—
as if an afterlife...”
– Andrea Cohen, “Brutal” (via proustitute)
“The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness.”
– T. S. Eliot, from “Gerontion” (via weissewiese)