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Victoria Chang, Obit

— Mary Oliver

Charlotte Brontë, from Villette

The Burmese Harp (1956) dir. Kon Ichikawa.

                                                         come back                                                    even as a shadow                                                      even as a dream

But where was my body? Where was I in these words? What of this belonged to me?

Jasminne Méndez, from Night-Blooming Jasmin(n)e: Personal Essays and Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

John Banville (via quotemadness)

Forugh Farrokhzad, Deevar (The Wall); from ‘Lost’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

Fire: from “A Journal of Love”, The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible. There’s no material as variable as moonlight. I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones,—

Alice Oswald, excerpt of Full Moon (via antigonick)

moon snakes, tongues of the dark speak like bones unlocking, leaves falling of a future you won’t believe in

Margaret Atwood, from You Are Happy; The Circe/Mud Poems. (via xshayarsha)

The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying …  —

katrien de blauwer  /  edith sitwell  /  e. m. forster  /  anaïs nin  /  virginia woolf  /  h. g. wells

last night / the moon was trying to fall from the sky / none of the experts knew how to explain it / said / SOMETIMES THINGS JUST WANT TO LEAVE / and i think i understood / sometimes love just isn’t enough / sometimes even the people that know it best can’t say why

excerpt of The Moon Disappeared Last Night, Angelea Lowes (via angelealowes)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒.