Jamie Anne Royce (via wordsthat-speak)

(via worldispaintedblack)

If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.

Fragmento de Mar negro, Mark Strand (via poesianoerestu)

(via miuniversosurrealista)

¿Por qué creía que aparecerías de la nada? ¿Por qué, con todo
lo que puede ofrecer el mundo, ibas a venir sólo porque yo estaba allí?

Mockingjay, Collins 123 (via bookquoter)

1198. “‘Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.’

The mockingjays begin to alter their songs as they become aware of my new offering.

‘Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.’

I have the birds’ attention now. In one more verse, surely they will have captured the melody, as it’s simple and repeats four times with little variation.

‘Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.’

A hush in the trees. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But no birds, mockingjay or other. Peeta’s right. They do fall silent when I sing. Just like they did for my father.

‘Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.’”