(exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel) — e.e.cummings (via finnvseverything)
You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart. — Franz Kafka (via barbieandken)
“Downhill,” Julia Vinograd
I don’t have a home
and I live there
all the time.
Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. — Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (via swanfucker)
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors. — Adrienne Rich (via didyougetmytext)