I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving: / O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die-- / Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? / You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? / I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
20
Jan
9:24pm

ponchopeligroso:

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

28
Oct
9:22pm

imploding-with-feels:

jaclcfrost:

elementary school was like “hell yeah”. middle school was like “hell no”. and high school. high school is just “hell”

college is just “what the hell”

29
Sep
11:31pm

jpkitty:

In college, we don’t say “I love you”, we say “I have 5 essays, two finals, and 3 group projects due in the next 8 days” which translates to “I would like to be crushed by a train” and I think that’s pretty cool.

19
Sep
10:49am
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
~ Anne Bronte  (via mycolorbook)
7 months ago 626 notes source   # bronte    # literature    # truth    # beauty    # confidence  
29
Jul
10:03pm
There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored. The reader of today looks for this motion, and rightly so, but what he has forgotten is the cost of it. His sense of evil is diluted or lacking altogether, and so he has forgotten the price of restoration. When he reads a novel, he wants either his sense tormented or his spirits raised. He wants to be transported, instantly, either to mock damnation or a mock innocence.
~ Flannery O’Connor; Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose (via wordpainting)
8 months ago 247 notes source   # literature    # flannery o'connor    # quote    # truth    # storytelling  
01
Jul
10:52pm
And I can’t stand the weather, no I never liked the rain / We drink on the job then we go home early / And I remember she used to look so good in that dress / Now she just screams how I promised her more than this / Take it easy baby, it ain’t over yet
~ "National Anthem," The Gaslight Anthem
9 months ago 4 notes   # the gaslight anthem    # national anthem    # handwritten    # song    # lyrics    # brian fallon    # love    # life    # truth  
16
Apr
4:40pm

skrepo4kacrazy:

  • Sam Seaborn: [speaking about the Equal Rights Amendment] How can 
    you have an objection to something that says...
  • Ainsley Hayes: Because it's humiliating. A new amendment we vote
    on declaring that I am equal under the law to a man, I am
    mortified to discover there's reason to believe I wasn't before. I
    am a citizen of this country, I am not a special subset in need of
    your protection. I do not have to have my rights handed down to
    me by a bunch of old, white, men. The same Article 14 that
    protects you, protects me, and I went to law school just to make
    sure.

(via ;callmecordelia)
06
Apr
2:45pm
When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
~ Life of Pi, Yann Martel
1 year ago 9 notes   # life+of+pi    # quote    # literature    # truth    # philosophy  
09
Jul
1:41pm
It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because—because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.
~ Rilla of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery
1 year ago 6 notes   # l.m. montgomery    # anne of green gables    # literature    # quote    # sadness    # love    # truth    # writers    # writing    # inspiration  
22
Jun
11:14am
Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding … if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?
~ Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery
1 year ago 39 notes   # l.m. montgomery    # anne shirley    # anne of green gables    # gilbert blythe    # quote    # love    # truth    # books    # perfect