“People Sometimes Think Of Themselves As A Picture That Matches / An Invented Longing:”

"I am, I thought, a tragedy".

excited to go back to campus in the fall! hopefully i’ll get the chance to attend some in person seminar courses.

“I feel sorry for us, because we are too afraid to call ourselves beautiful in fear of being told differently.”

— S. Renea

let's go on an adventure

“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”

— Beau Taplin || and you. (via neutral)

Detail: Mars & Venus, Allegory of Peace, 1770, by Louis Jean François Lagrenée.

“Spring: You had sunset eyes; beautiful to stare at, but they told the story of a life that had been steadily moving downward. Summer: Dusk melted into your smile and watched while happiness became an ocean for our paper hearts to drown in. Fall: There are never enough letters to house broken hearts, but we still break glasses to borrow emotion for self combustion to write a new lullaby. Winter: My sadness tastes a lot like your name tonight.”

— How to lose yourself in a year. (via teacup12)

"Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go."

- Jamie Anderson

“The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.”

— Beau Taplin || the hours between.   (via exoticwild)

"I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be."

—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.