all of me changed like midnight

— Big Sur, Jack Kerouac

— Wisława Szymborska, from, “Landscape,” originally published in 1976

there is no spring here where i am, but i am laughing in this desert, the way flowers laugh—slow fireworks under the wet poetry of rain. March is here and i remember. i count the smallness of years. i count the grandness of moments.

I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter

m.edwards // quote by sue zhao // as it was - harry styles // i wrote this for you by lain s. thomas // november for beginners by rita dove // “seizure” by louise glück // right where you left me - taylor swift // quote by evelyn waugh // the handmaid's tale by margaret atwood

Adam Zagajewski, “A Flame,” trans. Renata Gorczynski and Clare Cavanaugh

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva (via feral-ballad)

— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

— Katy Maxwell; girl of the earth

Void cat but space, with moon for eyes~

— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”

Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name (via theclassicsreader)

— Anne Sexton, from “Letter Written On A Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound,” published in The New Yorker (June 10, 1961). 

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Helen von Nostitz; July 12, 1915.