Rebecca Ross's Blog, page 114
August 11, 2017
August 10, 2017
"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue,..."
“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”
- E.E. Cummings
(via thelovejournals)
- E.E. Cummings
(via thelovejournals)
August 9, 2017
“She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and...
“She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” - Annie Dillard
