May 2013
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“I will write in words of fire.
I will write them on your skin.
I will write...”
– Neil Gaiman (via common-sense-of-life)
April 2013
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Virgo women crave the perfect lover, however they...
“Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a...”
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via adrasteas)
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Estella
“Ou então”, disse Estella, “para dar um exemplo mais apropriado, se a senhora lhe houvesse ensinado, desde que ela começou a entender as coisas, com toda a energia e vigor, que existia, sim, a luz do dia, mas que era uma coisa inimiga e destrutiva, pois essa luz causara a sua ruína e também causaria a dela, se ela não se cuidasse; se a senhora tivesse agido assim, e então, por...
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If I could only find it…
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Alone with Everybody
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever...
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees...”
– William Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (via tora-theartist)
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Bluebird
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. there’s a bluebird in my heart...
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“No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via imfantasyparade)
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March 2013
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Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
February 2013
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January 2013
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“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born...”
– Mad Girl’s Love Song, Sylvia Plath (via lighteyesheavyhearts)
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