Last year I abstained
this year I devour

without guilt
which is also an art

Margaret Atwood, Last Year I Abstained (via foxesinbreeches)

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All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

Miranda July, It Chooses You (via splitterherzen)

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I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

Franz Kafka (via passade)

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The moon seems
full. What is missing
is a dark hungry
sickle, the sliver
of shadow eating
us up inside.

Evie Shockley, “— shall become as — from a half-red sea, published by Carolina Wren Press.  (via seols)

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Let me look at you in a light that takes years to get here.

Solmaz Sharif, from “Look”  (via seols)

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I must have flowers, always, and always.

Claude Monet  (via seols)

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I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.

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I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

Charles Simic, on first moving to New York  (via middecember)

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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Rabindranath Tagore (via ashramof1)