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Woke to a warm darkness, the grey waterlight barely filtering through the dense green pines.
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
Suffering expresses itself as the activity of resisting what is present and seeking what is not present. The separate self is made of that activity.
Rupert Spira (via lazyyogi)
When someone tells you, “I love you,” and then you feel, “Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, “I hate you,” and you think, “Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, “I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, “I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.
Adyashanti (via thelovejournals)
I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss, I like kissing this and that of you, I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new of under me you so quite new
E.E. Cummings, I like my body when it is with your (via thelovejournals)
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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
E.E. Cummings (via floriental)
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“Illuminated Leaf”. Iran, 16th century.
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