This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my...– D.H. Lawrence (via reluctantbuddha) (via dondante) (via featherveins) (via nestofroses)
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful– Neil Gaiman (via narcosis) (via nestofroses)
THE UNDRESSING DAY | Ada Limón
thevulgar: I dreamed the tangled crush of magic peels in the wax leaves made a spell of bones and everything bloomed big and better than before, and beyond the barbed wire, beyond this fence of angry fists there’s a breathing, there’s a breathing underwater. Love the body bending, the useless hair, the when of the skin, the when of the wrist, the witching, the now, the now, the insist.
The Imagined | Stephen Dunn
muscovite: If the imagined woman makes the real woman seem bare-boned, hardly existent, lacking in gracefullness and intellect and pulchritude, and if you come to realize the imagined woman can only satisfy your imagination, whereas the real woman with all her limitations can often make you feel good, how, in spite of knowing this, does the imagined woman keep getting into your bedroom,...
It is women who bear the race in bloody agony. Suffering is a kind of horror....– Bela Lugosi (via tragicromantic)