skellingtonatyourservice: Reblog if: No matter how debonair, charming, or stoic they may seem – your Muse must have walked into a wall or door at least once in their life.

she-writes-love: Sometimes Monsters do not have claws and razor sharp teeth. Sometimes they have perfect hair and beautiful eyes and a winning smile. They look like the shining prince in a fairytale. Not the slain dragon. Midnight Poetry// CBL

kafk-a: “Perhaps, we are always hurtling our body towards / the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love / from the speeding passage of time,” — Ada Limón, from The Leash

violentwavesofemotion: “Star-pale, celestial, neither flesh nor blood,” — Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “The Seven Shadows,”

paracetamologirl: “Partly the silence is so graceful; and partly I never seem to be able to talk to people as I should.” — Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. June 1930 (via woolfdaily)

lifeinpoetry: “oh to rip apart the world” — Joan Naviyuk Kane, from “Time and Time Again,” Hyperboreal