No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease...– Oscar Wilde (via saras-scrapbook)
Survival in Two Worlds at Once: Federico Garcia Lorca and Duende; Tracy K. Smith If all of this is true, and I believe it is, this struggle is not merely to write well-crafted and surprising poems so much as to survive in two worlds at once: the world we see (the one made of people, and weather, and hard fact) that, for all of its wonders and disappointments, has driven us to the page in the...
i’m eighteen and i’m sitting under a frangipani tree wondering about all that’s...– i wrote this a year ago, it’s still so real
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died. To you at least...– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via atomos) what happens when you fall in love with love, the loved only a projection of its idyll.
Six of Wands; marty mcconnell being in love sucks when you’re 17 except when it doesn’t. and anyway there’s not much you can do about it, your chemical experiment of a body steering you past dented lockers crammed with folded notes and shiny adolescent guts all squirming and hollering “look at me!,” I mean, “go away!” your hair is a dirty lavender or an unfortunate length that won’t grow out even...
It Is In the Leaving; Nicole Blackman it is in the leaving that the agony begins —— hope and skin stretched too far time enough for words borrowed and weighty eyes that glisten in the knowing of what comes always comes after airports train stations bus stops take us apart but we keep knitting together strangely inevitably even we don’t question it anymore it is not in the reuniting that we...
It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want...– Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
"oh, wasn't that a special moment"
britishisms aside, wiping imaginary tears away from eyes ♥