Separation, W. S. Merwin

Emily Brontë, from "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847

Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

Edgar Allan Poe

i miss you, again

and since i cannot tell you

i leave it here instead

in hopes that some day

it will find its way to you

©-shelovesskiez

Insomnia by Vincenzo Lamolinara

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it

The iris are blooming!