proustitute: A distich by Joseph Brodsky

proustitute:

A distich by Joseph Brodsky

@19 hours ago with 135 notes

"You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you."

Elke River (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: hellanne, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

@1 day ago with 30154 notes
aseaofquotes: Markus Zusak, The Book Thief Submitted by 58percent.

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Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Submitted by 58percent.

@2 days ago with 2168 notes

"Above the green plateau there is always grief,
which, inspired, becomes the breath of life."

Gary J. Whitehead, from “Ararat” (via proustitute)
@4 days ago with 170 notes

"There was always the hunger,
The death of small things
Somewhere in your body"

Thomas James, from “Two Aunts” (via awritersruminations)
@4 days ago with 271 notes

"… not our
desire hissing Tell me
       your parts
that I may understand
       your body,

your story."

Jorie Graham, from “The Age of Reason” in Dream of the Unified Field (via proustitute)
@1 day ago with 112 notes

"But the dream
is only the flitting costume of one moment,
is spent in one beat
of the darkness,
and falls at our feet, cast off
as the day stirs and sails away with us."

from “In The Tower” by Pablo Neruda (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: unwrittenwords, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

@2 days ago with 61 notes

"And my song needs to breathe: poetry isn’t poetry
and prose isn’t prose. I dreamt that you are the last of what god told me
when I saw you both in my sleep, then there were words…"

Maḥmoud Darwish, from “Sonnet I” in The Butterfly’s Burden, trans. Fady Joudah (via proustitute)
@2 days ago with 136 notes
aseaofquotes: Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

aseaofquotes:

Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

@4 days ago with 2146 notes

(Source: awsefghjo, via 24ribs)

@4 days ago with 677 notes