Whitley Cornett

“the way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.”
― Keith Miller

“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”
― Anna Peters

“The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”
― Neil Gaiman , The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists