Katie

“...i am hopelessly / a lover and / a dreamer and / that will be the / death of me”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“This is how I spend my time. A eight o'clock, dark or light, I get up. I have my two cups of tea. Fair weather or foul, I open my window and take the air. Then I shut myself up and read...Those writers who can charm away our boredom, who ravish us from ourselves, whom nature has endowed with a magic wand which no sooner touches us than we forget our troubles and the light enters the dark places of the soul and we are reconciled to living - they are the only true benefactors of humanity.”
― Denis Diderot, Lettres à Sophie Volland

“The woods creak and ache, and the day forgets itself. / I bend over this drained basin where the small fish / Flex as the mud freezes. / They glitter like eyes, and I collect them all. / Morgue of old logs and old images, the lake / Opens and shuts, accepting them among its reflections.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty

“The day empties its images / Like a cup or a room. The moon's crook whitens, / Thin as the skin seaming a scar.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty