Delmira Agustini, From The Selected Poems Of Delmira Agustini; "The Flood,"

i’ve never cracked my phone’s screen in my life can someone tell me what that level of personal failure feels like

the impulse to just make weird noises for no reason is something i have to ignore like 24/7

Jeff Davis you did one thing right

“I came to win” adding Isaac to season 2 was the best thing that happened in that season

But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back"—almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour—the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrise. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the blue castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings-torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, from "The Blue Castle"

May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal

She loved life and it loved her right back.

why is this so true

the 1 rule for watching teen wolf:

don’t get emotionally attached because you will get emotionally attacked

Reblog if you say "Y'all"

Me when i should be studying

Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück