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And I tell myself;
a moon will rise from my darkness.

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"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."

Friedrich Nietzsche,  Thus Spoke Zarathustra
(via wordsnquotes)
natalieallenco:
“Gila River Reservation.
”

natalieallenco:

Gila River Reservation.

"I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak."

Neil Gaiman (via quotemadness)
aangel-cakes:
“ wall development pt 2
”

aangel-cakes:

wall development pt 2

macrolit:

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"I think I am
a better ghost
than I am
a human being"

Anksitet, dir. by Ingmar Bergman, as quoted by Mikko Kuorinki in Wall Piece with 200 Letters (via soracities)
pirumparum:
“ Pleurotus djamor - pink oyster mushroom
”

pirumparum:

Pleurotus djamor - pink oyster mushroom 

"I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone."

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (via larmoyante)
serious:
“love is everything
”

serious:

love is everything

maddieonthings:
“There is heartbreaking beauty everywhere. If you get good at anything this year, let it be learning how to sit under a tree and look at the clouds.
”

maddieonthings:

There is heartbreaking beauty everywhere. If you get good at anything this year, let it be learning how to sit under a tree and look at the clouds.

"…how do you
suddenly lose the habit
of yourself?
of day follows night?
of the snows of yesteryear?
of rosy apples?
of the yearning for love,
which is never enough?"

Wisława Szymborska, from “Moment of Silence,” trans. Clare Cavanagh, in Map: Collected and Last Poems (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)
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