yes… yes, of course. thank you, google.
Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
“
| — | Madeline Miller, from The Song of Achilles (thanks, stevedrive) |
I know that I am alive
between two parentheses.
between two parentheses.
“
| — | Octavio Paz, from “Certainty”, in The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz: 1957-1987, edited by Eliot Weinberger (via apoetreflects) |
[You will fall out of love. You will fall in love. You will fall out of love.
You will run out of money. You will be glad it’s always warm. You will stare at the sea. You will stare at the sun. You will stare at the birds breaking up blue.] You will stare at the wind leant palms.
You will run out of money. You will be glad it’s always warm. You will stare at the sea. You will stare at the sun. You will stare at the birds breaking up blue.] You will stare at the wind leant palms.
“
| — | Fielden Nelson, from “Failure Map” (via the-final-sentence) |
