Burnt by Divine Flames

"Allah laid out for him the touchstones of affliction and oppression, blame and humiliation.  He accepted in an instant, and these two touchstones testified that the mark of his love was faithfulness."

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Sarah Jarrett. The Poetry of Fog.

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by  many_makers

[endless-unfolding]

but why is the pain so beautiful, the sky so deep,

Robert Kroetsch, from “The Sad Phoenician,” in Completed Field Notes (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

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He is the tender butcher who showed me how the price of flesh is love.

Angela Carter, The Erl-King (via twoclaws)

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My ram skull.

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I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ (via nine-for-a-kiss)

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Fire reflected on birds in smoke - fire at Moerdijk, the Netherlands. (©Coen Robben)

Submitted by 7skeletons

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Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)

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75/366: Blossoms Between Branches © 2016 Glass Half Delicious (glasshalfdelicious.tumblr.com)

Cherry blossom season. IT BEGINS.

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Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry (via mirroir)

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I am what you designed me to be. I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via hjartawrites)

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Remove mind from body. | 📷 T.Frith 2015

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I say, leave me alone, this is my winter,  I will stay here if I choose

Margaret Atwood, from “Hesitations outside the door,” Selected Poems: 1966-1984 (Oxford University Press, 1990)