closetpoesie

"find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks" -- William Shakespeare

I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.

—Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: hellanne, via fanciiface)

Now at least the moon is full, and I walk alone, which is best by night, if not by day always.

Henry David Thoreau, written on his 34th birthday, July 12, 1851. (via hyperb0rean)

(via bellebissett)