Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via wethinkwedream)
(via thegirlwhocrieswolf)
I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.
iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)
(Source: wnq-writers.com, via jodiempage)
what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.