Devoured By Ghosts
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I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, and the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
{Muhammad Iqbal}

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“I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.” —The House with the Mezzanine, Anton Chekhov (via seabois)

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“In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.” —Don Draper (via lunardruse)

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What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

~Thomas Bailey Aldrich, A Shadow of the Night

“Some fall in love.
I shatter.” —Stephin Merritt (via mirroir)

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“Which is worse? The wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.” —Leo Tolstoy (via whatokay)

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Every woman is a life-giver and death bringer. 

Now, more than ever, women need to be conscious about what we’re creating and destroying. Each go hand in hand. You cannot have one without the other. 

Muster your courage Sister… ask your Self these questions today and share if you dare, what you are bringing death to so you may breath life into something New.

“What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life? What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so? What should die today? What should live? What life am I afraid to give birth to? If not now… when?”

(excerpt from Women Who Run With Wolves ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.)

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.” —Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via pavorst)

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“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.” —Katherine Mansfield (via mentalfornication)

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“As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.” —John Muir from Journal, 1871 (via roseapples)
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I hit the intersections where your shoulders meet your neck, passing through the car wrecks of ex-boyfriends who parallel parked on the dead ends. and I just hope your skin lends me an extra mile so I can slow down, take a while to admire the landscape, drape my arm over your being there. this time when it comes to your skin, I’m a drunk driver trying to walk a straight line.

I’ve been pulled over so much that your simple touch is enough to make me assume the position—wishing I could stay there, where your hand searches my body for contraband that could land me in the jail of your ribcage. Because road rage is a sickness and my medicine is your skin. I could spend the rest of my life circling the same block, wondering where does the world hide its private stock of people like you.

” —Shane Koyczan, “Pulse” (via fleurishes)

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“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.” —Roland Barthes (via larmoyante)

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“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.” —St. Augustine   (via floralnymph)

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“As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a God. I don’t think there is a God, but belief in him does no harm. If it helps you in any way, then that’s fine with me. It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a God. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different God, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are.” —

Ricky Gervais: “Why I’m an Atheist”

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“I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn’t want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as I struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.” —Irvine Welsh, The Acid House (via mirroir)

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“Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.” —Albert Camus (via girlinlondon)

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