Sunnydale, CA

Billy. Struggling poet/writer. An old soul. Welcome & Enjoy!

It’s too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists of time, you know, but really it’s the present that’s in a mist, uncertain. The past is quite clear, and warm, and comforting. That’s why people often get stuck there.

— Susanna Kearsley, Mariana (via larmoyante)

The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one. But keep looking, crawling in and out of beds. Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

— Charles Bukowski, “Alone With Everybody” (via petrichour)

(Source: fleurlungs, via petrichour)

but whatever, whenever, however this ends,
i want you to know that right now, in this moment,
i love you forever.

— andrea gibson, “how it ends” (via petrichour)

Here I am: unhinged at the waist,
a meeting place for two fumbling
forms in the dark.

Here I am: the last rain of an otherwise
drought-filled summer, a resting place
for heartache.

Here you are: a mouth that the wolves
would fight over, eyes like two furnace
coals burning in my gut.

Here I am and here are you,
and here: here is where we began.

Shelby Asquith, “Wildfires Burn Out Much Too Quickly” (via petrichour)

(via petrichour)

If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

— Virginia Woolf, excerpt from her suicide letter to her husband (via larmoyante)

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

— Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via larmoyante)

I love walking into a bookstore. It’s like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

— Tahereh Mafi (via observando)

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