Stagnant
I would rather be unstable
than put on the mask you wear
changing leaves are beautiful before they fall
but you will never do that
You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.
— C. JoyBell C. (via perfect)
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.
— Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via heavydrug)
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
— Mark Strand, “Keeping Things Whole” (via arpeggia)
Glad to get that out of the way. Now I can get back to sweating the small stuff.
— John Tottenham (via nevver)
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
— Thought Catalog (via swimmingpoolforants)
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
— John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via floralnymph)
The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
— Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost (via 17felines)
