You may think I’m small, but I have a universe in my head.

Yoko Ono (via efidelity)

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(via beryl-azure)

Regarding myself as a mere echo,
Cave-like, unintelligible, nocturnal…

May 27, 1956

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer (via growing-orbits)

(via learningfromthehands)

I dream a lot. I do more painting when I’m not painting. It’s in the subconscious.

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

Brian Andreas, Story People (via rabbitinthemoon)

Nobody’s Wife by Micko-vic


Nobody’s Wife by Micko-vic

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I have looked at you
in millions of ways and I
have loved you in each

Haiku  (via floraoi)

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it is a ghost posed on my lips. here: never.

Jorie Graham, Prayer (via beryl-azure)

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There are some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot (via atmosthetic)

(via atmosthetic)

My mind is a galaxy but you never bothered to stargaze

Rachel Dolbec

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