February 2012
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles...”
– Robert Frost, from Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (via libraryland)
yellowisgold:
the bombs are ticking but all we could do was step back and watch as the war waged. people are always leaving us and i’m eternally bitter and constantly stumbling looking for a way out. in winter she might have found a revolution but instead came up empty, long nights with loud loud thoughts never feel like home. wonder and awe escape me often. you promised me the world once, but...
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“I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some...”
– Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)
