I Wished That I Could Sleep At Days And Wake Up At Nights

I wished that I could sleep at days and wake up at nights

Night is more alive and more richly colored

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4 years ago

“There is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype. (via xshayarsha)


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2 years ago

" how disappointing, pain haunts man's life till he's gone"

-victor Reid


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1 year ago
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air
I Promise You, I Was Here , I Felt Things That Made Death So Large It Was Indistinguishable From Air

I promise you, i was here , i felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air - and i went on destroying inside it like wind in the strom.

1 year ago

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

"Alfred tennyson"


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7 months ago

it was always October / in my throat.

— To My Father / To My Unborn Son, Ocean Vuong

1 year ago

The very thing that I was craving for, that one thing was the chain that was holding me back. Oh world, how cruel of you, you never gave me a hint... I had to go through all the pain to figure it out myself. Oh.... Oh world, the price I paid...


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1 week ago
Ama Ata Aidoo, From The Plums Taylor Swift, From Anti-Hero
Ama Ata Aidoo, From The Plums Taylor Swift, From Anti-Hero
Ama Ata Aidoo, From The Plums Taylor Swift, From Anti-Hero

Ama Ata Aidoo, from The Plums Taylor Swift, from Anti-Hero

Vincent van Gogh, Sien with a cigar, sitting on the floor beside the fireplace

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