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…And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

— Pablo Neruda, Poetry (via introspectivepoet)

1 day ago • 2,033 notes
There is no beauty without some strangeness.

Edgar Allan Poe (via anjes)

(Source: moncheriiee)

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We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves..

— Leonora Carrington, The House of Fear, 1988 (via moonsiren)

(Source: proustitute)

2 days ago • 833 notes
Whatever you feel
you become.

— Osho (via saalik)

2 days ago • 7 notes
magic-spelldust:

violet paradise. 89/365 (by Sarah Messina)
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.

— J.D. Salinger, Seymour - An Introduction (via psych-facts)

3 days ago • 3,977 notes
Sometimes, I wake beside you in the dark and I feel you there.. and for a moment, there’s only your soft breathing and this life.. with bodies and starlight and love..

— Brian Andreas

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