bnmxfld:

I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.

Franz Kafka / Letters to Milena

the-ravens-song-photography:

It’s Fall In The Northwest, Concrete, WA

reverie-quotes:

Hope, that was it—the sensation of the world opening out with each encounter, of every word foretelling the next word, and the next, until—now that was all gone.

— Sarah Perry, Enlightenment

thcartierrug:

It took me a really long time to realize that love doesn’t have to hurt.

quotespile:

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.”

— James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket

I’m getting comfortable with the uncomfortable. And even when I’m alone, I’m still with myself.

remanence-of-love:

geniuss-loci-deactivated2021052:

Kait Rokowski

lesbianaglaya:

“Is it foolish to speak of little joys that occur in the middle of tragedy? It is our humanity. Whatever we have left of it. We must not deny it to ourselves.”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky by Garth Greenwell (via firstfullmoon)

weltonboys:

the worm king’s lullaby by richard siken