John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne in which he writes: “I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.”
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via noseinabook)
"For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation"
#rilke you are such a goof
Ever-Expanding Autumn/Winter Playlist | White Winter Hymnal (Fleet Foxes cover) — Birdy
i was following the pack all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ‘round their throats
"Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."
#and other sap stuff
#Things I think about