This New Calm Was Becoming Unsettling.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors, played by somebody I do not know.

John Keats (via ruedamour)

Lying Odysseus replied, ‘I will tell you the truth completely.’

Odyssey 24.303-4, trans. Emily Wilson (via terpsikeraunos)

If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant.

Jane Kenyon, from “Taking Down the Tree,” Collected Poems (via hecatese)

Someone: You're so dramatic!

Me, with a rose between my lips, throwing glitter around, dressed in evening wear during the day, draping myself across a piano: I have no idea what you're talking about

hubris is sexy actually

if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.

s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via lifeinpoetry)