verano muerto.

Sara. Spain.
Multifandom and personal blog.
"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"
(Haruki Murakami)
…how I
still, sometimes,
crave understanding.
Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings (via violentwavesofemotion)
Dark thing,
make a myth of yourself:

all women turn into lilacs,

all men grow sick of their errant scent.
You could learn

to build a window, to change flesh
into isinglass, nothing

but a brittle river, a love of bone.
—Jennifer Chang, from “This Corner of the Western World,” The History of Anonymity (University of Georgia Press, 2008)

(Fuente: a-pair-of-ragged-claws)