“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.”

T.S. Eliot (via larmoyante)

littledoeskyfallen:

thedustdancestoo:

the moon loses herself
like every animal,
in crescents
and color-spells,
and in the morning
i will trace the light
across your skin
and remember it.

“Eat me, my love, live on me with animal-thirst … enter me and become my hunger for you.”

J. Karl Bogartte, from A Curious Night for a Double Eclipse (via frenchtwist)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #161 by Tyler Knott Gregson

“

Persephone is having sex in hell.
Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t know
what winter is, only that
she is what causes it.

She is lying in the bed of Hades.
What is in her mind?
Is she afraid? Has something
blotted out the idea
of mind?

She does know the earth
is run by mothers, this much
is certain. She also knows
she is not what is called
a girl any longer. Regarding
incarceration, she believes

she has been a prisoner since she has been a daughter.

”

Louise Gluck, Persephone the Wanderer (via wmilam)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #146 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Part 2*

consistentcontradiction:

Wallace Stevens, The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm

viciousminuteshour:

I Love You Much (Most Beautiful Darling) a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM. 

“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”

Jamie Anne Royce (via modernmethadone)

leaveyouapen:

Oh lordy, don’t let this be true. All of my writings have ever been dedicated to one person. One. Just one. Only one.

(via leaveyouapen)

viciousminuteshour:

‘May I Feel Said He,’ a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM. 

viciousminuteshour:

‘I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair,’ a poem by Pablo Neruda, read by RM. 

thesefadedcolors:

-charles bukowski (by Christina Penland)

viciousminuteshour:

I Love You Much (Most Beautiful Darling) a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM.