Nature Bambi🦌

🐺Tell the wild I'm home 🌳 🦊I daydream about my Dream life🌛 ☁️Passing thoughts that fill my head and spill out of my heart ❤️

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You know, in bed he smells like a butcher.

Assia Wevill, on Ted Hughes, from ‘A Lover of Unreason: The Life and Tragic Death of Assia Wevill’ by Yehuda Koren and Eilat Negev

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“The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.”

— Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

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Ōtomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume, from a poem titled "Like the sedge of sun-dominated Naniwa," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology

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“Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?”

— Rumi

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(via Pinterest)

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“We all have souls of different ages.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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“You will find out who you are not a thousand times, before you ever discover who you are.”

— William Chapman

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“An emotional wound requires the same priority attention as a physical wound.”

— Melba Colgrove, Harold H. Bloomfield & Peter Williams

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“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in yourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”

— Cassandra Clare

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“I am possessive about time alone.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

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and the aura of you remains, remains, remains . . .

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters ⁠— W. D. Snodgrass, 11th January 1959

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“Never leave a person who touches your soul more than your body.”

— Unknown