rawjoy:

u know what makes me cry….. that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better….. “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah….. Crying….

'Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.'
— Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas (via suspend)

templodeafrodite:

“My mystery is a simple one: I do not know what being alive is.”

Clarice Lispector, from “An Apprenticeship, or, The Book of Delights,

weltenwellen:

“She could not remember anything but longing,”

Sappho, tr. by Jim Powell, from “The Poetry of Sappho,” published c. 2001

neaeach:

i buried you in my heart,

but you still live in my soul.

'You have saved yourself from drowning every time before this. You will rescue yourself again.'