withhorsesinhereyes:
This was our stormy ending—water sank out boats. (But oh! The beauty of those slender, aching trees; (and a tender, yellow moon tacked above all the prettiest mess of this world…)
This was our stormy ending—water sank out boats.
(But oh! The beauty of those slender, aching trees; (and a tender, yellow moon tacked above all the prettiest mess of this world…)
(Source: introductionsinlowercase, via periphescence)