March 2012
6 posts
Unspoken Words: reveur-solitaire: may my heart... →
reveur-solitaire:
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong for…
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.
– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunaoki)
Possibly applicable in my life right now….
Lately, I’d been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and...
– Jacqueline Woodson, After Tupac and D Foster (via larmoyante)