lunar☾quills

“I who am substance of shadow, I all compact of stuff of the night,”

“Read, read, read. Never stop reading. And when you can’t read anymore, write.”

“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.”

“Still, love is the impulse from which poetry springs. Even dark poems. Especially dark poems. To know the worst and write in spite of that, that must be love.”

[wesper wedding]

character in a book: *smirks*

*Enters a bookstore*

“…because too many soldiers from both sides die there defending two leaders […] Soldiers die time and again without ever knowing who won.”

“do not mistake this myth for love— that is a different kind of burning”