"You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin."
Stanley Kunitz (via observando)
"I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling."
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via quotethat)
"craving of the mind,
the creaking of the hollow
the bloodshed and tears
of another cockcrow
the war that has ignited
between blood and bones
it’s a melancholy duet
a singing vibrato"
mydarlingwhispers, the night falls into pieces (via mydarlingwhispers)