(Source: flic.kr, via redslushie)
When you are alive enough, you experience intimacy in a thousand places. The world is nothing if not creative. And I am nothing if not touchable, if not malleable by nature. When you are alive enough, everything makes an impression–especially color, laughter, running water, the voice of someone you like. There is a tenderness so plenty you could never waste it. I savor the things I haven’t tasted. When you are alive enough, you are easily bruised by sweetness. I dare to be the mosaic life makes of me. I dare to be soft enough to withstand a thousand loves.
(via biankca)
“that corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year? or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?”— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
(via orwell)
(via star-eaters)
