August 2011
40 posts
2 tags
3 tags
3 tags
1 tag
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three Summer days.
– John Keats (via lavendertwigs)
1 tag
3 tags
rain so dark i
can’t get through—
train going by
in a hurry. the voice
said...
– jane mead, ‘walking, blues’ (thank you proustitute)
4 tags
4 tags
2 tags
3 tags
7 tags
6 tags
2 tags
I am born of a thousand storms, and grey with rushing rains.
– Harry Clarke
2 tags
1 tag
6 tags
7 tags