A quick succession of busy nothings

month

June 2011

messydreamer: “No. But I do have a frog…that slap’s Victorian’s faces!”

For Each Ecstatic Instant

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. Emily Dickinson

“We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for,...”

– Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)