Riverlynn

“We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.

I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon”
― W.B. Yeats, In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age

“He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.”
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

“Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.
Come let us fart in the home.
There is no art in a fart.
Still a fart may not be artless.
Let us fart and artless fart in the home.”
― Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems

“I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Baby Be-Bop