adrasteiax:

“Come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again–”

— Christina Rossetti, from ‘Echo’ (via soracities)

honeyfleshed:

“It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make. Roses came roaring across the garden at him. He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against the window screen.”

– Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red

upyrica:

May your understanding of gods not be tainted by your understanding of people.

disasterbisexual:

if you’re ever scared you’re not a good person, remember that bad people don’t care about being good 

mushysuggestion:

you feel like love and summer nights