HoneyComb Coconut$

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brickhomes:

I’ve been drinking wine out of coffee mugs
and staying up too late
smoking on my patio
reassuring myself that no one else
has any clue as to what they want
and where to go next

I’ve been catching the sun rise
a couple times a week now
hoping that maybe I’m the lucky one
and the answers will show themselves
in the form of something beautiful

(via naiondacht)

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

—John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories (via larmoyante)

(via arcadia-szeb)

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.

—Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil’s Coming (via larmoyante)

(via arcadia-szeb)