March 2012
16 posts
My Blueberry Nights: (116) →
clavicola:
A star slit its throat on the moon tonight, bled over its white basin and watched the color drain from its skin.
My English teacher calls those who read poetry sensitive, so maybe it’s not my fault that the smallest things break me, not my fault that even my blood cells are…
“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via deathsblood)
“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via satans-advocate)
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...”
– Hermann Hesse (via oceaniceyes)
“She’s mad, but she’s magic.”
– Charles Bukowski (via pax-caelestis) 