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Fade

Bursting forth in shades of green,

Growing up and digging deep,

I envy strength found in the trees.

The birds sing secrets, soft and sweet

But never translate truth to me.

The blue horizon can’t be reached,

Like promises you didn’t keep .

Now I am changing too, it seems.

Down grassy paths, my tired feet,

Uncertain where the road may lead,

Are leaping troubles unforeseen.

Warm, brown fields are ripe for seed,

But roots don’t grow for tumbleweeds.

No place to rest or sow and reap

And I am lost, alone in need.

Betraying earth for wild seas,

I cast myself down far beneath,

And sink through water black and bleak

And fade from life to go to sleep.

      I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

— Sylvia Plath

I’ve been away too long. “There is no writing, there is only re-writing.”

I’ve been away too long. “There is no writing, there is only re-writing.”

My dearest friends, thank you for being there when no one else is. You always bring me home.

My dearest friends, thank you for being there when no one else is. You always bring me home.

Move

Today, I think, I shall get myself lost on purpose. I feel too permanent now; I bought a sofa and knowing that it doesn’t fit in my suitcase makes me anxious. I have no immediate plans to move and I fear the stillness in my feet. When you don’t belong anywhere, when you don’t belong to anyone, you’re always in motion. You become fascinated with maps and stamps and luggage. Orphans don’t buy furniture. Tumbleweeds don’t grow roots. I am only lulled by the rise and fall of the vast, unpredictable smudge on the horizon. I need to go.


John Keats, Endymion

John Keats, Endymion

Reblogged from: englishmajorinrepair
      I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)

#mary shelley #this quote though #it’s all kinds of wonderful #hey remember that time one asswipe was like you have 30 seconds to name something invented by a woman… #…and Mary was like SCIENCE FICTION MOTHERFUCKERS #that was awesome #thanks Mary Shelley (via snappily)

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      There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, true nobility is being superior to your former self.

— Ernest Hemingway (via beeplusdub)

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      I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.

— John Burroughs, The Writings of John Burroughs (via taylorbooks)

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Source: taylorbooks
      Be with those who help your being.

— Rumi  (via thingssheloves)

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Source: fuckyeahrumi