June 2012
But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called...
– Louis Sachar (via rabbitinthemoon)
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Voices in the forest tell of dark and twisted enchantments - as dark and twisted...
– Brian Froud (via thedeerandtheoak)
We’re fascinated by the words
but where we meet is in the silence behind them.
– Ram Dass (via mirroir)
My soul is a hidden orchestra ; I know not what instruments, what...
– The Book of Disquiet - Fernando Pessoa (via mirroir)
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes...
– Henry Rollins (via kari-shma)
I knew that I was dying.
something in me said,
go ahead, die, sleep,...
– Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems (via ssepet)
You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked...
– Craig Thompson (via evrye)
And this is where
you want to live
forever—to grow so
transparent, so...
– William Greenway, from “Drinking Like a Fish” (via proustitute)
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or...
– Oscar Wilde (via romeoforgotjuliet)
Look with innocent eyes, very open. That innocence is always there. It’s a sense...
– Adyashanti (via mindfulted)
Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”
―...
– (via journalofanobody)