December 2011
136 posts
… we hoard epiphanies under the bed,
stuff them in jars and bury them in the...
– Joanie Mackowski, from “Epiphany” (Poetry, November 2011)
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my...
– Alfred Lord Tennyson (via atomiclanterns)
In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.
And in the ripe...
– Federico Garcia Lorca (via atomiclanterns)
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that...
– Virginia Woolf (via atomiclanterns)
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
– Emily Dickinson (via misswallflower)