Brenda's mind

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

—Elizabeth Barrett Browning (via pavorst)

(via pavorst-deactivated20120105)

There is always the way out. There is light somewhere

—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)

What can I say, I’m a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift.

—Mark Z. Danielwski (via ademptio)

secretedsins:

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved…