À Merveille.

Evening Star

- May 26 -

reluctantbuddha:

'Twas noontide of summer,
  And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
  'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.
    I gazed awhile
    On her cold smile;
Too cold--too cold for me--
  There pass'd, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Edgar Allan Poe

I wish there was a way to say no instead of “no.”

“If one cannot command attention by one’s admirable qualities one can at least be a nuisance”

- May 25 -

“I can be changed by what happens to me, but i refuse to be reduced by it.”

perioeci

- May 24 -

wordjournal:

noun • /per-ee-EE-sahy/ • people who live at the same latitude on opposite meridians, so that noon for one is midnight for the other

- May 23 -

“I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.”

- May 21 -

“We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.”