From The Tragedy Of Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1606).

“Do you remember a night when I came along the dark passage to your room in a thunderstorm and we lay talking about whether we were afraid of death or not? That is the sort of occasion on which the things I want to say to you,–and to you only,–get said.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. June 1933

#let nature heal us

harmony

i write poems to the moon

you sing to the stars

and it matters so much

especially when we're miles apart

i hold the starry night around my neck

you see it in real life

our harmony must make

such a wonderful sight

i hold my cousins close

you smile at every child you see

so let's watch our children grow

under our garden's tree

i think coffee is a waste

you say it's too bitter

let's drink our cocoa, my angel

and make life sweeter

i write poetry to piano keys

you dream to flute's gentle blows

the whole orchestra to ourselves

so let's meet in contrabass lows

angel, apart and close

are we an eternal dichotomy?

but maybe in another life we are

in perfect harmony

~astraeye

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

Just look at me for once,just once , maybe you'll see yourself in these brown orbs and perhaps fall, just look at me once.

“Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.”

— (via demxneyes)

“I feel sorry for us, because we are too afraid to call ourselves beautiful in fear of being told differently.”

— S. Renea

“Listen to me, girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, Queens cower before no man.”

— Nikita Gill

I'll write him in thousand different ways until my ink bleeds.