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November 10 2017

10:00
When he shall die
Take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heav’n so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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10:00
Don’t ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak.
— William Paul Young, The Shack
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09:57
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
— Vincent Van Gogh
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09:56
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honeygraces:
sound of rain // h.g


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09:55
In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
— H. P. Lovecraft (via amortizing)
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dappermouth:
“Cruel,” he thought, “how stories go—
with men as heroes, wolves as foes.”


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November 08 2017

14:26
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November 04 2017

08:06
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mentalmentalhealth:

girlwhorpsalot:

I needed this.

Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it. I really needed this right now. Thank you!
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08:02
I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made
— W.B.Yeats
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opheliac
07:56
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September 17 2017

09:17
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August 22 2017

opheliac
19:10
Gdy wie się jakie ktoś czyta książki, jakie ma autorytety, za co najbardziej podziwia rodziców, jak spędza wolny czas, jakiej muzyki słucha, jakie wiersze zna na pamięć, co go oburza, a co go wzrusza lub jakie ma marzenia, to w zupełności wystarcza.
— Janusz Leon Wiśniewski "Los powtórzony"

August 21 2017

opheliac
06:18
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August 12 2017

opheliac
14:51

July 26 2017

opheliac
18:11

July 22 2017

13:34
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lecataste:

Henry David Thoreau | Elevating Ourselves: Thoreau on Mountains | 1999

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13:29
I love your silence. It is so wise. It listens. It invites warmth. I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you. You have the loneliness that all true heroes have, a loneliness that is a deep sea, within which the fishes of mystery dwell. I love your quest. It is noble. It has greatness in it. Only one who is born under a blessed star would set sail across the billowing waves and the wild squalls, because of a dream. I love your dream. It is magical. Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the world, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are the unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.
Ben Okri, Astonishing the Gods
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