January 2012
51 posts
December 2011
31 posts
asunder
came the rains from
the West, the West
-our hands
were wringing-
the lips from phantoms
having/giving
light Wait,
don’t go my
soft love,
the lips of phantoms
the West, the West
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth...”
– Sigmund Freud (via cityyandcolour)
“She’s like smoke. You think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach...”
– Ryu Murakami
(via stellablu
)
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche (via goharius)
