My random assortment of awesome pictures and words.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

—Emily Dickinson

(Source: meghanncrawford)

(Source: lifeofbookworm)

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.