January 2012
“I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward
me.” —Richard Brautigan, Star Hole (via sleepinginthesnow)
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward
me.” —Richard Brautigan, Star Hole (via sleepinginthesnow)
“I got lost in the night, without the light
of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me
I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.” —Pablo Neruda (via suzywire)
of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me
I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.” —Pablo Neruda (via suzywire)
