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She has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.
Camille. -s.p. (via mystrangesilhouettesblog)
“September came in with golden days and silver nights,”
— J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Return of the King
You’re different colors of flame. Bismuth burns blue, and cerium, germanium, and arsenic. See? I pour you into things.
This is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone (via fluoresensitive)
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Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems: 1965-1975
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“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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– Mary Oliver, “I Go Down to the Shore”
“And suddenly it is summer, all puzzling fruit and light.”
Louise Glück, Winter Morning.
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“my dear,” she told me,
“you are far too celestial for heaven;
your soul is one for the stars.”
i asked her if there was space in heaven for all of me. // sab. (via neverlandiian)
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—softly, with hands as gentle as rain, I shall strangle him.
Angela Carter, The Erl-King (via antigonick)
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Softly, or not at all.
Mildred Bowers, from Selected Poems; “Answer,” written c. May 1927 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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You see yourself as the darkest shadow
I see you as the light.
(via relicariu-m)
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“‘You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, god! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
Women are not made whole by men. Women are made whole the moment they enter this world.
Anne with an E - Anne Shirley Cuthbert (via profoundinqq)
You deserve to be more than medicine for someone’s loneliness.
Source: wnq-writers.com
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Mary Oliver, “I Go Down to the Shore.”
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Like starless dusk her dark hair hung, soft-scented,
Attar of Nishapur, from “The Conference of the Birds,” or. publ. c. 1177 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Roses, moonshine and nothingness,
Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “Tale of Hearts,” (via violentwavesofemotion)