February 2012
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“Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where...”
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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“I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you, all else melted...”
– Rumi
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“If love wants you; if you’ve been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs...”
– Anne Michaels
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“Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank...”
– Neil Gaiman: On Writing
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poem that had some difficulty with the first line,...
(via ahuntersheart)
I’ve always wanted to begin a poem with the line, “I’ve always wanted to begin.” Now I have. Best to end here, but the universe is expanding back into its black beginnings, and space, aware of its own looming demise, is singing of possibilities. I’m almost over, it sings, it’s almost over, and sooner or later we’ll be left with nothing but time. If we live that long. Sometime...
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Anonymous asked: I have never met you but you're really beautiful, I think.
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“Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
Or are they invisible rivers that...”
– Pablo Neruda
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“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
– William Shakespeare, All’s Well That Ends Well
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You know those kinda battles where swords and shields are metaphors in the battlefield where you’re standing? Where the physical strength of soldiers and warriors are really willpower and the strength of your spirit and soul. The fell strokes of the sword can reveal how much experience you have had in battles and roughly the number you have won and lost.
I try to imagine the faces of these...
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“In this world, love has no color — yet look how deeply my body is stained by...”
– Izumi Shikibu
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“When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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“I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”
– Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
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“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe...”
– Sufjan Stevens
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When people change, and you remain the same. They blame you for disappointing them.
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“I cannot tell how I am buffeted sometimes by temptation. I never knew how bad a...”
– Hudson Taylor
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“Time is a game played beautifully by children.”
– Heraclitus
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xeno
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
