there are too many poems about how much you love someone, and how you want to...– Writings for Winter: rediscovering you (via coffeeislovely)
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The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.– Phaedrus (via biitumen)
Falling down is how we grow. Staying down is how we die.– Brian Vaszily (via heavy-days)
By being yourself, you put something wonderful in the world that was not there...– Edwin Elliot (via peaceblaster)
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I looked at her and a voice inside me said, we only see starlight because all...– Steven Hall (via incisio)
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee; What thou lov’st well is...– Rebecca Lindenberg, “In the Museum of Lost Objects” (via aubade)
According to Greek Mythology, humans were originally created with four arms,...– Plato, The Symposium (via fleurishes)
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it...– John Steinbeck (via floatingmemories)
I envy you. Every moment, you can leave me. I cannot leave myself.– Anna Świrszczyńska (via absentia)
I’m the lazy poet Who needs to fall in love In order to write anything. It’s...– Michael Attie (via atomiclanterns)
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...– Anaïs Nin (via thesefadedcolors)
Every word is an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.– Samuel Beckett (via sufjanism)
Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say...– Max Lucado (via modernhepburn)
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold....– Rumi (via human-voices)
It’s so easy to laugh, so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind.– Morrissey (via hholden)
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Please don’t forget me whenever your skin and mine are too far apart.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via petalis)
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.– Andre Breton (via cordura)
Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.– Albert Camus (via girlwithoutwings)
One clear night while the others slept, I climbed the stairs to the roof of the...– Mark Strand, “Black Sea” (via fleurishes)