Thinking is my fighting.
Virgina Woolf, Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid, dated May 15, 1940.I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
Anaïs NinIf a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
Edgar Allan PoeI had to be wrong about everything else so I could be right about you.
I’ve been in over my head
for more clouds than
different lilts tuning my
thoughts to a station
that only picks up static,
& yes you could break me,
but no one would notice
because that’s all I’ve ever
been, I just want to get lost
in your eyes while getting
lost in you & these words
have connected stones to
the arch in your back, but
darling, one day you’re
going to realize that
reading me
isn’t enough
(via teacup13)