The Problem Is, I Want Legendary Kings Who Blaze Then Burn Carved Into My Skin So I Look Like An Illuminated

There is no cure for this low-grade melancholy. / Like a snake, you are never far from your shadow.

Eric Pankey, from “To Dwell in Thought,” Trace: Poems (Mildweed Editions, 2013)

i dont have “delusions of grandeur” i AM grand and powerful and very, very sexy and you all just have to accept that

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via fleurdelecours)

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

Albert Camus, The Fall (via wordsnquotes)

—a memory of wind, by rachel swirsky

This new calm was becoming unsettling.

Even the dark needs things to eat. To love. Is there a difference? We consume what we love, its purpose and sustenance. We feast on its glory and sedate ourselves with its beauty. Anyway. The dark was hungry. The dark is always devouring, always searching for the light that defines it in opposition.

Mabel, Episode 18: Unusual Hungers written by Mabel Martin (via girlwithouthands)