◂
buttercup!
home ask past theme
I remember us alone waiting for the light to go, can you show me how we can escape?
" The weight of rain is unbearable to the sky
eventually. Just as desire will
burn a hole through the sky
and fall to earth. "
- Joy Harjo, from “Songs from the House of Death, or How to Make it Through the End of a Relationship,” How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems 1975-2002
(via lifeinpoetry)