Bright Moon White Clouds

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Light will someday split you open, even if your life is now a cage. Little by little, you will turn into stars. Little by little, you will turn into the whole sweet, amorous universe.

—Hafiz (via: eyeoftheheart)

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You are the star tonight. You shine electric out of sight. Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.

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If you stay, I'll stay here too. What else would I do? What I stand for and to lose is what I choose. And what I stand for is you, what else could I do? I can't help it we’re so tied together, so deep in the plans we made. Sacred love, holy pain, it’s all the same. What I did, I'd do again, over again. There's no secret in my name, none with me. I know you, you know me the same, in my veins.

—The Paper Kites, 'So Deep'

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The Paper Kites _ Shake Off The Rain

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Lie here till your world stops spinning round. Lie near me till the birds start singing out. Come, show what it is to be warm. Be my shelter and I'll be your storm. Come, lie down till the four winds cease to blow. Lie here full of rivers that you know and I'll make your bones shake, the sweat we take from hearts still battered and worn. Be my shelter and I'll be your storm.

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Bad Company _ Silver, Blue & Gold

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You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

—Mary Oliver

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“—but it was a May afternoon, and the cool air was a flower blooming with its perfume.”

—Clarice Lispector

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Noah Reid _ The Kiss

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Cam _ Till There's Nothing Left

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The Blue Nile _ The Downtown Lights

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“Love has set me up like a target for arrows, like snow in the sun, like wax in the fire, like a cloud in the wind;”

— Petrarch, from “133,” Petrarch’s Lyric Poems: The Rime Sparse and Other Lyrics, trans. & ed. Robert M. Durling (Harvard University Press, 2001)