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Deep rivers run quiet.
written by Haruki Murakami (via fleurlungs)

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People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
written by Charles Bukowski  (via migeru)

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Spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself & a little less time trying to impress people.
written by The Breakfast Club (1985)

(Source: im-a-mannish-boy, via likeanoldstory)

And so I have before me
two views in one:
a mournful cemetery made
of tiny eternal rest
or,
rising from the sea,
the azure sea, dazzling white cliffs,
cliffs that are here because they are.
written by Wisława Szymborska, from “Foraminifera” (transl. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Baranczak)

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bunny-gal:

prisoners and their women
my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile) a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison (building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and (as i guess)

when Farmer Death (whom fairies hate) shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless
written by e. e. cummings (via petrichour)
It seemed vain and arrogant in the extreme to try to better that anonymous work of creation; the labours of those vanished hands. Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, a potting shed, a wall where the peaches ripen, than to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
written by Orlando, Virginia Woolf  (via floriental)

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You can hold back from the suffering of the world. You have free permission to do so, and it is in accordance with your nature. But perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could have avoided.
written by Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.
written by Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three (via mirroir)

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