i believe it was June when i needed blue.

“For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.”

—W. B. Yeats, from “The Stolen Child” (thanks, jenzhan)

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“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”

—Edgar Allan Poe (via inwardheartbeats)

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“If you treat glass right, it doesn’t crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can’t control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.”

—Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon (via inwardheartbeats)

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“My poems express more of my silence than of my talking. As music is a kind of silence. Sounds are needed for different layers of silence to be highlighted.”

—Anna Kamienska, from The Notebook: 1965-72 in Astonishments, trans. Grazyna Drabik and David Curzon (via proustitute)