The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
And maybe in the end…my heart sought a love that was not meant to be…I’ve tarried here for far too long…and so I’ll go and say farewell to thee. ~ B.T.
“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.”
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The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.
Breathing your air…. touching your skin…
… Saying goodbye….
The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.
Ranata Suzuki
When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.
Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.
Margaret Atwood
Dark Days
What fool shall say, "My days are fair,
God's in his world and all is well,"
When half mankind shrieks in despair
Worse than in Dante's flaming hell!
I cannot sing in happy mood
While hostile armies take their toll.
On these dark days I toil and brood
With starless midnight in my soul.
And yet, O World, O Life, O God!
I find myself, jest as the fool,
Believing in thy chastening rod,
Believing still that love must rule.
- Poem by Max Ehrmann
“One of the saddest lines in the world is, ‘Oh come now - be realistic.’ The best parts of this world were not fashioned by those who were realistic. They were fashioned by those who dared to look hard at their wishes and gave them horses to ride.”
— Richard Nelson Bolles
“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.”
— Terence McKenna (via ophelia-network)
A LONGER VERSION OF THE PREVIOUS QUOTE
My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.
― Dylan Thomas
Morgan Miller
“We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hplyrikz)
“I’ll tell every one in the world that you are the only one that matters.”
— Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)
“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
— Arundhati Roy (via naturaekos)