She drank his words in like oxygen until he had nothing else to say, and then she listened to his breathing, captivated by the sound of it, by the concept of a partner, by the idea that this man would lay down his life for hers for no reason other than loyalty. Natasha had inspired quite a lot in her tenure as the Widow, but loyalty?

Loyalty was new.

all the transparence (in the shades of red)


I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again.

is a word I love to hear,
it sounds like wings to me

Euripides, from the “First Choral Ode of Bakkhai,” trans. Anne Carson (via proustitute)


back to home, Sagebrush Road

"No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Margaret Atwood, “The Moment.” (via literarymiscellany)


"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."