jazzy | 17 | they/them

how light carries on, even after death. with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
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— Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Tulips (via hamlett) —

How free it is, you have no idea how free—
  The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
  And it asks nothing—





— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Jesus, The Actor, Plays the Holy Ghost”
(via violentwavesofemotion) —

The sun is poisonous / yet you toss me under it like a rose.





— The Wedding Date (2005), Dir. Clare Kilner
(via wnq-movies) —

…I think I’d miss you even if we never met.





— Louise Glück, excerpt of Aboriginal Landscape (via antigonick) —

I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.







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