February 2012
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hateshiploveship:
Walking through the ruins on your way to work that do not look like ruins with the sunlight pouring over the seen world like hail or melted silver, that bright and magnificent, each leaf and stone quickened and specific in it, and you can’t hold it, you can’t hold any of it. Distance…
“I have been spared the fate
of those who love words
more than what they mean”...”
– (via mixmasterjeff) (via ahuntersheart)
“I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices” (via awritersruminations)
