Ben Whishaw reading “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe. I’ve never heard the strange, tender, spooky heart of it quite so clearly.
(My audio edit from the Poetica podcast, “Tides.”)
Who isn’t crazy sometimes? Who hasn’t driven around a block hoping a certain person will come out; who hasn’t haunted a certain coffee shop, or stared obsessively at an old picture; who hasn’t toiled over every word in a letter, taken four hours to write a two-sentence e-mail, watched the phone praying that it will ring; who doesn’t lay awake at night sick with the image of her sleeping with someone else?
|—||Jess Walters, Portland Noir (via srsly)|
Jean Thesman, Calling the Swan
Every book is another life.
Kirsten Hubbard, Wanderlove
Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me.
|—||Jorge Luis Borges (via fawksianfella)|
Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
Garden of Words
2013, Makoto Shinkai, CoMix Wave Films