I am light


Victoria, 23.


captaindwreck:

The edge of the canvas // The pallete of colors after the painting

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay was the first woman to win a Pulitzer Prize for poetry. She was openly bisexual and had affairs with other women and married men. When she finally married, hers was an open marriage. Her 1920 poetry collection A Few Figs From Thistles drew controversy for its novel exploration of female sexuality. She was one of the earliest and strongest voices for what became known as feminism. One of the recurring themes of her poetry was that men might use her body, but not possess her or have any claim over her. (x)

Edna St. Vincent Millay was the first woman to win a Pulitzer Prize for poetry. She was openly bisexual and had affairs with other women and married men. When she finally married, hers was an open marriage. Her 1920 poetry collection A Few Figs From Thistles drew controversy for its novel exploration of female sexuality. She was one of the earliest and strongest voices for what became known as feminism. One of the recurring themes of her poetry was that men might use her body, but not possess her or have any claim over her. (x)

(Source: siennajune)

It’s a sad thing, never being able to fully grasp how much you are loved.

caunibrg:

Go, face the day. Go and see new things, but you’ll remember me…”.

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Memory is strong
Beyond the bone.
T. S. Eliot, from “Rannoch, By Glencoe,” The Collected Poems: 1909-1962 (Harcourt, Brace, and World, Inc., 1963)

modestic:

Sunny Day Real Estate - In Circles

I dream to heal your wounds, but I bleed myself.

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Glaciers move in tides.
So do mountains.
So do all things.
John Muir, Letters from Alaska (via lavieimmediate)

(Source: anintimatewoman)

humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

I wish I could communicate my feelings without putting them in words, without speaking. Even though I’m a writer. Even though I am writing this.
My heart.

crocodilepatronus:

the original OTP.

likeafieldmouse:

Greg Rivera - The Pleasure of Thought (1997)

likeafieldmouse:

Greg Rivera - The Pleasure of Thought (1997)

detailsofpaintings:

Frederic Leighton, Elijah in the Wilderness (detail)
1877-78

detailsofpaintings:

Frederic Leighton, Elijah in the Wilderness (detail)

1877-78

I had a long talk with a good friend tonight and I don’t feel so alone. I can move forward.