February 2012
“Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.”
– Janet Fitch
“Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair...”
– Sylvia Plath (via throughthedevilsoftly)
“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to...”
– Margaret Atwood (via penseesduchoeur)
“We all have a choice. Either we resign ourselves as mere chemical processes,...”
– Synaptic Stimuli (via ninefoldgoddess)
