“
I could be anything I want
Anyhow, anywhere, any place, anyone that I want”
You could be me and I could be you
Always the same and never the same
Day by day, life after life
Without my legs or my hair
Without my genes or my blood
With no name and with no type of story
Where do I live?
Tell me, where do I exist?– Sophie - “Immaterial”
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
– Anais Nin
(via goodreadss)
“Smile, breathe and go slowly.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via goodreadss)
Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
“Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
(via goodreadss)
“Needle-dark December smells. / She walks with wonder everywhere.”— Muriel Rukeyser, from “Christmas Eve,” from Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2005)
“I make a knife
of words.”– Eleanor Ross Taylor, from New & Selected Poems; “Tryting To Get Through,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems: 1976 - 1986; “He is Last Seen,”
“I’m still here alone in the night with everyone.”
– Franz Wright, from “Progress”
(via finita–la–commedia)