February 2012
“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like...”
– T.S. Eliot - The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Circa 1915
(via thismodrnlove)
3040) If you need a drug to feel alive you are...
rescurrectionafterdisaster:
Michael.
The feelings are back and they’re stronger than ever.
He actually liked my poem. He thinks I’m a quality writer. I can die happy now.
“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer’s Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via nothing-places)
January 2012
