
Monday, December 31, 2018 with 12,166 notes
“How words can hold their own magic. How a word can charm, and how a word can kill. This I’ve understood.”— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman Hollering Creek; “Eyes of Zapata,” c. 1991
Monday, December 31, 2018 with 1,365 notes
“…and I’m disgusted with dreams now — I want real things — live people to take hold of — to see — and to talk to — Music that makes holes in the sky —”— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Anita Pollitzer, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
Sunday, December 30, 2018 with 15,982 notes
“I remember people’s auras almost better than their faces.”— T.S. Eliot, from Poems & Plays: 1909 - 1950; “The Family Reunion,”
Thursday, December 27, 2018 with 6,113 notes









