The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things.

Stephen King, The Body (via plumeandparchments)

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things.

Stephen King, The Body (via plumeandparchments)

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.

Joquesse Eugenia (via thelovejournals)

D21/365 // August 21 credit🌙 (pls don’t delete)

all of a sudden the birds started acting really weird

The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow …

Vladimir Nabokov, from Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited (Victor Gollancz, 1951)

What’s past is prologue

There are poets who sing you to sleep and poets who ready you for war and I want to be both.

Ashe Vernon (via wordsnquotes)

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

Leonora Carrington (via purplebuddhaproject)

Some photos I took that I don’t hate

Central California (1985) By David Prasad

At one with nature: Tippi aged 6 with her arms stretched out on Sea Bird Island, Africa.  My Book of Africa by Tippi Degré

untitled by bennorgate on Flickr.

— margaret atwood, excerpt of circe/mud poems

Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.

Charles Frazier, Nightwoods (via wordsnquotes)