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Ask   My soul was filled with crystal light

"To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it."
Ernest Hemingway  (via valiuum)

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"[Here the heavy heart, there non omnis moriar
just three little words, like a flight’s three feathers.

The abyss doesn’t divide us.]
The abyss surrounds us."

Wisława Szymborska, from “Autotomy”, translated by S. Barańczak and C. Cavanagh, in Poems New and Collected

The poet Wisława Szymborska died on the 1st February 2012 at the age of 88.

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"there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
Charles Bukowski, Bluebird (via stxxz)

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"But this dark is deep:
now I warm you with my blood, listen
to this flesh.
It is far truer than poems."
Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Poem of the End” (translated by Elaine Feinstein)

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Total Lunar Eclipse (April 15, 2014) | Matthew Crowley


Total Lunar Eclipse (April 15, 2014) | Matthew Crowley

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Snails: Photos by Vyacheslav Mischenko

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"I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel."
Warsan Shire  (via rlyrlyugly)

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"The walls are boiling so hard that the entire house peels back. The bones are dirtier than they were yesterday, and you almost trip on your way out of your body. But here you are, without a single stumble left in your feet. There are angry letters underneath the bed and softer ones on the nightstand. We are all so guilty of trying to hide our sharp. Your elbows are bleeding, and you can’t blame it on the city this time. This was all you, trying to push away the person you used to be. Some nights you still wonder if she ended up in someone else’s body. Science tells you that energy can’t be destroyed, so where did all that wind go? Maybe it’s coming back as something different. Maybe it’s coming back as something you actually want to keep this time."
Y.Z, If forgiveness knocks on your door, offer her a key (via rustyvoices)

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