I took a nap,
and now I’m ready. I’m ready to be a grown-ass-working woman this summer, I’m ready to be a tourist in Italy, and I’m ready to be a high school graduate. Thank god, because it would suck if I wasn’t.
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And...– Louis de Bernieres (via littlegermantownbee)
things i'm thinking about on this lovely summerish...
-my distant future (ie: college) -my immediate future (ie: graduation) -Italia -where hunting park avenue begins/ends. I like it when I’m at a 3 way intersection, and a street is beginning or ending. -being awkward and feeling awkward. -the pronunciation of goethe -poetry, and how i should write some.
Love Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda →
littlegermantownbee: I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives...