A mass of contradictions in a golden frame.

zwischenland:

god… i want to see venice so badly

luthienne:

“…because even waking up becomes an act of sorrow, / and this kind of sorrow does not let you be / who you want to be,”

— Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “Swallowing Suns”

memoryslandscape:

“[T]o wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.”

— Maggie Nelson, from Bluets (Wave Books, 2009)

(via wildfairy)

hedonistpoet:

“Why are we so scared to be lonely? Why can’t we stay with ourselves? Why is it that we are either with people all the time, or we want to be isolated from the world for good? Why can’t we just balance? Is it even too late to try?”

— Hira

(via wolkenschleier)

tristealven:

“(…) memory is no friend. It can only tell you what you no longer have:”

— Margaret Atwood, from A Visit in “Morning In The Burned House” 

weltenwellen:

“you either love the world or you live in it all my poems are wild birds pecking eyeholes in the windows of hotels”

— sam sax, “Warning : Red Liquid,” from Madness