Sensual Idiot

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lookin at the stars

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Yall seein this shit ://

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[sensualidiot]

If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the           world and following the wrong god home we may miss           our star. For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break sending with shouts the horrible errors of          childhood storming out to play through the broken dike. And as elephants parade holding each          elephant's tail, but if one wanders the circus won't find the          park, I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty to know what occurs but not recognize the fact. And so I appeal to a voice, to something         shadowy, a remote important region in all who talk: though we could fool each other, we should         consider— lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark. For it is important that awake people be awake, or a breaking line may discourage them back to          sleep; the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe — should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

A Ritual to Read to Each Other BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD

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“Blue Rita”, 1977

[thelovejournals]

Love says: I’ve seen the ugly parts of you, and I’m staying.

Matt Chandler (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

Charles Bukowski,  Tales of Ordinary Madness (via thequotejournals)

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“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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You cant use up creativity. The more you use the more you have.

Maya Angelou  (via wnq-art)

[thequotejournals]

Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via thequotejournals)

[fyp-philosophy]

Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.

African proverb (via fyp-philosophy)