Sorry I Can't Tonight.. My Spring Melancholy Is Developing Into Hysteria

Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

“And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere.”

— Anis Mojgani (via notebookofquotes)

Just Before Dawn, from A Year with Hafiz: Daily Contemplations by Daniel Ladinsky

"And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea"

late afternoon and the air dissolves to luminous and elongated molecules. A heartfelt mercury as delicate as compelling as the melted movements of your lips

June Jordan, from the Foreword of Haruku/Love Poems

art as a confession James Baldwin (The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman), Albert Camus (Notebooks, 1935-1942)

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

gotta give anaxagoras credit, the sun is indeed larger than the peloponnese

The Dread Purr-ate Roberts