atreides:

“she often felt the need of—to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”

— Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

(Source: antigonick, via lacelette)

oiseauperdu:

“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”

— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via bebemoon)

fynnsstories:

“Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.”

— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

(Source: occasional-wolf-on-caffeine, via starmaps)

violentwavesofemotion:

“I am what you will have me, weak or strong, light or dark, warm as ice, cold as flame. I burn, I burn.”

— Dylan Thomas, from Early Prose Writings & Stories; “Spajma & Salnandy,”

(via polev)