What you do at night is between you and the fucking moon

‘I hum my way into existence’ - -26/08-

to love someone is to attend a thousand births of the people they’re becoming

SOMETIMES by David Whyte Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest, breathing like the ones in the old stories, who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests, conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lea... See more