MRS

visual-poetry:

by darren bader

[via]

You set fire
to the city
within me
and left
because
you were
too afraid
of ghosts.
— Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
You are my window. Everything else is just scenery.
— Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
A lonely, quiet person has observations and experiences that are at once both more indistinct and more penetrating than those of one more gregarious; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness… Loneliness fosters that which is original, daringly and bewilderingly beautiful, poetic. But loneliness also fosters that which is perverse, incongruous, absurd, forbidden.
— Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (via journalofanobody)
Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself
and listen to it.
Richard Brautigan, ”Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4”  (via pavorst)
Some people don’t notice the things we do for them until we stop doing them.
— Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)
When you touch me,
a moon rises.
You have always been
my sunset.
— Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
The best advice I’ve ever received is, ‘No one else knows what they’re doing either.’
You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix  (via thatkindofwoman)

I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

wanting, Emma Bleker (via thatkindofwoman)