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“I said, ‘You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.’
I said, ‘For you, I would peel the clouds open like new fruit.
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry.
I would make the sky shed all its stars like rain.
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist.
And I would make the heavens your cape.
And they would be pleased to cover you.
They would be pleased to cover you.
May I please cover you, please.”
—Mos Def, Love Rain (via obdormio)

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“We were not lovers, we were love.” —Jeanette Winterson (via feellng)

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“So many beautiful, manageable heads. If only we were
allowed a hundred different joys. What a radical idea. No
goodness will get you far. Your loveliness is measured
by the number of poor things you’ve dazzled. Add in
an old city ruin, and some translated light, which
is foreign and sounds cool, but cannot be understood.
Goodness is contrived. No one wants it. It’s before
breakfast and already our hearts have gone bad.
Yesterday I watched two birds fight over the same
blue square of sky. The philosophers say if you take
something you don’t love in your arms and unhurt it,
you will be happy. But we are not happy. Everything
electrical is not light. All over there are crowds
of people waiting to be caressed. Every bed in the world
was manufactured for just a few. We are magnolia
white, spoon light, leftover flight. We are spiny
and unforgivable. It is good to ache and be wise for it.
You come back in the door that I’ve walked out of.
It’s ceremonial. It’s revolving. The back of your beautiful
head. Your hands are here; I can’t tell where, but it is
the best kind of uncertainty. Happiness is when everything
inside you goes out and comes back in, newly.”
—"Somehow, We are a We" by Kimberly Grey (via focloir)

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“I have so much of you in my heart.” —John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated July 8th, 1819 (via stolenwine)

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“When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. ‘It’s all right,’ we whisper, ‘I’m here, I love you.’ and we lie: ‘I’ll never leave you.’ For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.” —Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days (via cybergirlfriend)

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artmagnifique:

VINCENT VAN GOGH. Rosebush in Blossom, 1889, oil on canvas.

artmagnifique:

VINCENT VAN GOGH. Rosebush in Blossom, 1889, oil on canvas.

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“We were together. I forget the rest.”Walt Whitman (via feellng)

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“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse (Hogarth Press, 1927)

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“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.” —Gibran Khalil Gibran (via llbolek)

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aseaofquotes:

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

aseaofquotes:

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

arieefineart:

But I Am Trying by Ariee

arieefineart:

But I Am Trying by Ariee

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“Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”

Pablo Neruda

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kidgarbage:

Mood Indigo (2014) Michel Gondry 

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boysbander:

Claude Monet Details; 22.4.14

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