January 2011
December 2010
“Days begin and end in the dead of night. They are not shaped long, in the manner...”
– Jean Giono, Rondeur Des Jours. Thank you, Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
“Days begin and end in the dead of night. They are not shaped long, in the manner...”
– Jean Giono, Rondeur Des Jours. Thank you, Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
Entrance By Rainer Maria Rilke
aperfectcommotion:
Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight, out of the room that lets you feel secure. Infinity is open to your sight. Whoever you are. With eyes that have forgotten how to see from viewing things already too well-known, lift up into the dark a huge, black tree and put it in the heavens: tall, alone. And you have made the world and all you see. It ripens like the words...
Entrance By Rainer Maria Rilke
aperfectcommotion:
Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight, out of the room that lets you feel secure. Infinity is open to your sight. Whoever you are. With eyes that have forgotten how to see from viewing things already too well-known, lift up into the dark a huge, black tree and put it in the heavens: tall, alone. And you have made the world and all you see. It ripens like the words...
“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”
– C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
(kendalllouise)
“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”
– C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
(kendalllouise)
