violentwavesofemotion:

“Why is it when things go bad, they always get worse?”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Margaret Booth written c. March 1961

weltenwellen:

“I’m alone. The wind whistles. Where to go? Where to go? And there’s never an answer.”

— Marosa Di Giorgio, from Diadem: Selected Poems ( BOA Editions Ltd., 2012)

(Source: metaphorformetaphor)

realestsuggestions:

i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me

(Source: everythingineed2be, via irie-vibe)

mehrhonigalskopf:

(via honigimkopf)

lifeinpoetry:

He doesn’t understand that losing
the ability to speak is not
the same as remaining silent.

— Jennifer Franklin, from “Philomela at the Loom,” published in Mom Egg Review

(Source: momeggreview.com)