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And we are the vessels through which it is spoken :: 𓆃
by Maria Shatalova
it’s not about wanting to see signs everywhere, but understanding that there are many different types of language. how many times life has talked to me without words
“She had discovered something—something very profound it had been, about love and sadness,”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Jacob’s Room,” wr. c. 1922
Summer in Montana Summer 2014
“Tell me…when does the light finally come? And this darkness banished?”
— Lillith Regina, “Judgement Day” (via: poetic-sanctum)