March 2012
R.I.P.
this is the elugy of a cat. a quite curler and sharp whiskered, keen eared, dark omened—the black cat. We were there together once before i know and though no one will believe you because in this life we cannot speak. i suppose as there is the afterlife in rebirth and death again. we will meet again somewhere, in different forms and places—like the christopher robin and his pooh...
“Knowing you exist.
Knowing that somewhere
out there, you are filling my
heart...”
– (via graciouswords)
“To The Girl With Raven Locks
we were strangers smiling in passing
learning in...”
∞: For Ozy →
therelevantwallflower:
How I wish it was possible To wrap yourself up in a blanket of words And stay there forever.
You see, There is a girl I know And when she pours herself out onto paper It’s magic.
Her words are all that I know That is raw and real and resurrecting And each time I read them I realize, once more,…
“well tonight is the night to write something … but i lost the beat of the...”
– Danny Chatterjee
