“Your voice, burdened with mythology,
Nightingale of Virgil, of the Persians?
Perhaps I never heard you, yet my life
I bound to your life, inseparably.
A wandering spirit is your symbol
In a book of enigmas. El Marino
Named you the siren of the woods
And you sing through Juliet’s night
And in the intricate Latin pages
And from the pine-trees of that other,
Nightingale of Germany and Judea,
Heine, mocking, burning, mourning.”—Jorge Luis Borges (via typewriterjazz)
“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”—Warsan Shire (via seabois)
“I’ll meet you where the river forks
when everyone else is dead.
You’ll be safe on the water.
We will be much younger,
and we’ll remember.”—Shut Up I Am Dreaming Of Places Where Lovers Have Wings - Sunset Rubdown (via safehouse-for-seraphim)