The great epochs of our life are at the points when we gain the courage to rebaptize our badness as the best in us.

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                   It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
         it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                       to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
         we’re inconsolable.
                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

-Richard Siken, Crush

“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.”

—   Nietzsche

“Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die”

—   Virginia Woolf, The Hours (via leslieseuffert)

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Alessandro Della Bella (Switzerland) Supermoon

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“Books that lack ambiguity or mystery bore me. People who avoid confronting ambiguity are even worse and are to be avoided at all costs or challenged relentlessly.”

nbacooldudes:

Charles Barkley — Philadelphia 76ers

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Charles Barkley  Philadelphia 76ers

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landscapelifescape:

Nonza, Corse, France

Nonza Sunset by xavierrey

landscapelifescape:

Nonza, Corse, France

Nonza Sunset by xavierrey

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“When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.”

—   Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via leslieseuffert)

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Let me give you something that is real                                                          Close the door, leave your fears behind                                                          Let me give you what you’re giving me

It’s like glass when we break

“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

—   Sylvia Plath (via leslieseuffert)

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