"Star-threaded bedsheets, murmurs behind the windowpane, clock-shaped fears.
I was never mine.
Time forgets easily about us, you should know.
Forgets to wipe the dust off toys and portraits nobody loves anymore.
Time forgets to place mailboxes on graves too. How very forgetful of him.
Ink-dipping nibs, fingers, eyelashes; everything, so it might turn to words, soon.
They'll glide, swans on the stillness of a lake (a midnight-sky; a heart; a death).
You must come and help slow down the thunderstorm; paper burns and melts, and what will be of me? Oh, how I'd love you if you came."
"Cemeteries in Bohemia are like gardens. The graves are covered with grass and colourful flowers. Modest tombstones are lost in the greenery. When the sun goes down, the cemetery sparkles with tiny candles. It looks as though the dead are dancing at a children's ball. Yes, a children's ball, because the dead are as innocent as children. No matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery. Even in wartime, in Hitler's time, in Stalin's time, through all occupations.
When she felt low, she would get into the car, leave Prague for behind, and walk through one or another of the country cemeteries she loved so well. Against a backdrop of blue hills, they were as beautiful as a lullaby." -theunbearablelightnessofbeing
jessicasmith, youll be proud. -ive finally begun stalking collegeboard in an attempt to find the perfect college for me.
did you know thenakedandfamous are from nz? i didnt. i did know that 'young blood' is the song of summer, though. and ive got it on repeat, until summer comes. that, and new new by raiknight.
current blog obsessions: found. but, honestly. -they make me think of tb- (and thank you for blogging, theautumngivesleaves)
writing lovely letters. and romantic emails to my faraway friends. yummmmy veggies (thankyou daddy) and gossipgirl reruns have made my evening wonderful*