The master said You must write what you see.
But what I see does not move me.
The master answered Change what you see.
–Louise Glück, in Vita Nova
With thanks to Lit Verve.
I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap.
Probably not even real.
My name is Kelly and you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
We as women are trained to see ourselves as cheap imitations of fashion photographs, rather than seeing fashion photographs as cheap imitations of women.
— Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth (via spoookywinchesters)
Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.
— William Chapman (via rainydaysandblankets)
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via araeni)
"What do you want?" I asked.
"To be with you in hell," he said.
she’s not perfect;
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
— Unknown (via barbieandken)
Source: Flickr / steveaxford
If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal.
— Paulo Coelho (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
One of the saddest realities is most people never know when their lives have reached the summit. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago. The walk together in the December snow, the phone call that changed everything, that lovely evening in the bar by the Aegean. Back then you thought ‘this is so nice.’ Only later did you realize it was the rarest bliss.
— ~ Jonathan Carroll (via conflictingheart)