Virginia Woolf〡Selected Prose; Mrs Dalloway
— Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom
— Richard Siken, from Crush (via lunamonchtuna)
“ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
– Oscar Wilde
“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
Head empty just Hozier songs, quiet woods, Caravaggio paintings, dark cathedrals, empty streets, Donna Tartt, red wine, overcoats, bitter cold, black coffee.
“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.”
— Holly Black; The Darkest Part of the Forest
when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.
“He repeated her name over and over again. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.