i dream i am a prince

pity us,
pity the ocean,
here we go.


"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."
Eliot’s opening lines of The Waste Land  (via loveage-moondream)
"If life were merely a habit, I should commit suicide; but even now, more or less desperate, I cannot but think, ‘Something wonderful may happen.’ It is not optimism, it is a rejection of self-pity (I hope) which leaves a loophole for life… I merely choose to remain living out of respect for possibility. And possibility is the great good."
— Frank O’Hara, Early Writing, 108-9 (1/22/49)


Why is it so hard for me to just tell someone that they’re hurting my feelings. Just, honestly and directly. I think because I don’t have the energy to try and justify why I’m hurting, how I’ve been hurt by them… so, I just wait for my hurt to pass and it stays my own.