Rayisahuman - Some Stuff

3.25.1911, Anonymous

"And the graphite of the pencil Stained the pages, showed that Yes, Someone's Heart lived Here, bled out on the pages and ran with the rivers."

Anonymous

"And she thought home might not be a place or a human but a life, An emotion. She saw it in the lights of an empty theatre, In the floorboards of a creaky stage and the hills made of lights and shadows, sharp as knives. She dreamt in dimmers, in light cues gently coming up like sunrises of brilliant red and blue and deep purple; In sound cues and the quiet 'go!' followed by the thunder of a blooming flower."

Anonymous

When no one listens to you, write, because the page will always listen to you.

missblueturtle  (via wnq-writers)

It was such a gray and misty day that I could not see the other side of the river.

John Knowles, “A Separate Peace”