The distance just made me less persistent.
— Jonathan Franzen (via word-digest)
— Augusten Burroughs (via stellablu)
And you are my poetry.
In wild fit I had a dream
And let it rip me by the seams
Which I had stitched so carefully
With lies I hoped I could believe
Deep in the copse her body lay
Caught somewhere ‘tween the night and day
Wreathed around with lilies white
Her china skin devoid of light
I knelt alone there by her…