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(Source: quinntana)
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the cinnamon peeler's wife: This is one of the first poem I ever wrote, circa 2008 When moonlight... →
This is one of the first poem I ever wrote, circa 2008
When moonlight blankets the light of day
honeysuckles and pastel peonies rise up from
nooks and crannies, chain link fences
that dot the edges of creaking wooden panels.
All the secrets of the night
are betrayed by the stars
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‘I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable,’ writes Virginia Woolf in The Waves. ‘I need a howl; a cry… I need no words.’ In The Voyage Out, she writes: ‘I want to write a novel about Silence.’
— Gretchen Henderson, On Marvellous Things Heard (via invisiblestories)
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(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.— “The Uses of Sorrow,” Mary Oliver (via clavicola)
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“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”(Source: thesuicideofangels)
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(Source: life-in-photos)
