They ask me “what are you currently reading?” Like bro… I don’t even know anymore, I’ve been trying to read four books at a time for the past month and every day I want to start a new one.
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”
[Text ID: “Your eyes blind everything, even the / night, your name written inside me.”]
life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child
"Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”
Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
“How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion." ―Eleanor Clark
"Yet each man kills the thing he loves. By each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look. Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss. The brave man with a sword"
-Oscar Wilde
Life after finals. Odd, but sweet. | Oxford, United Kingdom
idk i just wanna sit in a dark library at night in the candlelight wearing an oversized sweater and exchange glances over my book to my lover while the rain pours outside and feel at peace with the world
on love arriving unannounced
so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry
the intimacy of “how did you know that?” “because i know you”
"How often I have wished to have you near me."
Friedrich Nietzsche
“I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.”
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray