October 2011
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“He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder...”
– Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver (via nitors)
“She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.”
– Dia Reeves (via thelittlephilosopher)
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“Spring: trees flying up to their birds.”
– Paul Celan, from “Backlight” in Collected Prose, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
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“I am in an odd state; feel a cleavage; here’s my interesting thing; and there’s...”
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 2 November 1929 (via proustitute)
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“No one had ever asked. And if they had. If they’d asked him how it felt. He’d...”
– Jon McGregor, Even The Dogs (via distantheartbeats)
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“When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water...”
– Ellen Bass (via leukemia-skywalker)
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“Nature never did betray / The heart that loved her.”
– From Wordsworth’s “Tintern Abbey” (123-24)
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