January 2012
December 2011
“I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes….
I burnt my fingers.”
– Antonio Machado (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” - Anais Nin
“You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence....”
– Alison McGhee (via atonals)
