the blue fox fragment

Dóri 20, from Budapest, Hungary.
dreamer, student, enthusiasm.

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And I wait staring at the Northern StarI’m afraid it won’t lead me anywhere.

And I wait staring at the Northern Star
I’m afraid it won’t lead me anywhere.


likeafieldmouse:

Alice Myers - Winterless Skies


“I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician’s girl who does not flinch”

   - Sylvia Plath, from The Bee Meeting (via penitralis) -



 

 

im-not-mine:

Sidney Harold Meteyard,  ”I Am Half-Sick of Shadows” Said the Lady of Shalott, 1913.

im-not-mine:

Sidney Harold Meteyard,  ”I Am Half-Sick of Shadows” Said the Lady of Shalott, 1913.

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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

***

   - Sylvia Plath
The Rival -