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Afternoon Storm Swaddled by storm, Safe in brick and glass eye, A nest of blankets, books and tea pot, Paused to all but the squall and imagination.
“‘It’s like a disease,’ Mrs Proust said. ‘It sort of creeps up. It’s in the wind, as if it goes from person to person. Poison goes where poison’s welcome. And there’s always an excuse, isn’t there, to throw a stone at the old lady who looks funny. It’s always easier to blame somebody. And once you’ve called someone a witch, then you’d be amazed how many things you can blame her for.’”
— Terry Pratchett - I Shall Wear Midnight (via aeshnacyanea2000)
“When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry, that’s when you know you’ve healed.”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so. Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an effort to stay.”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain they must have pain inside. Wish them healing.”
— Najwa Zebian
Boundaries Only the trees, Remember boundaries, Made by those, Who are forgotten.
Battered Edges Don't judge me by my battered edges, My missing parts. Don't think I can't fly any more, With my war wounds. I'm still going, The only way I know how to.
Let Go A day to slip from your mooring, And drift off, Before thoughts drown you. Let go, To hold on.
Music
I had a friend who taught me how to hear music. Really hear music. The layers inside the notes and the way they build and flow together. He saw music like art, a Rembrandt or Turner with each element singing together while you to got lost in their beauty.
I still sit and listen to music like that, it’s the same way I get lost in a sunset, or the rain after a heatwave but sometimes I need more…
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Forever Roads
Some roads you’ll only take once,
But you’ll carry them with you forever.
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“love isn’t a choice, love is a connection. attachment to what we love; is a choice.”
— @ektasomera
“Common sense is not so common.”
— Voltaire
“And I, I love you painfully,”
— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
Early Morning Just woken up tiredness, The way it aches behind eyes, And deep down in bones. Walking woods to stay cool,
Forest Sea The summer forest is a vast green sea, And you'll find mermaid bones, Along her floor.
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