You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)

(via amightyfuss)

"Sunset in the ethereal waves:
I cannot tell if the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets is inside me again."
– Anna Akhmatova (via fernsandmoss)