May 2010
34 posts
“You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?”
– Rumi (via oceanofmind)
“Books can be possessive, can’t they? You’re walking around in a bookstore and a...”
– (via iwannotowidigdo)
“The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out....”
– Rainer Maria Rilke [translated by Robert Bly]
(via paynehollow)
“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the...”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via thebeautifulyouth, cepetitcoeur) (via solitaryman)
“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
– Elbert Hubbard
Anonymous asked: I love your tumblr :)
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Whole face or just cropped out eyes :)
Will you submit a photo of your eyes? http://shareyoureyes.tumblr.com
Whole face or just cropped out eyes :)
“Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the...”
– Khaled Hosseini (A Thousand Splendid Suns) (via 500daysofkissingmypillow) (via quote-book)
“It is never the way I thought about it in my head, I wanted for things to go...”
– Arazabith Marie Solo Es El Viento (via brokenmachine)
Quietness
paynehollow:crashinglybeautiful:
Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.
Do it now. You’re covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The...
“(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger...”
– e.e. cummings (via bohemianlikebeth)(via libraryland, astatueofus)
“Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”
– Charles Bukowski (via suzywire) (via quote-book)
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...”
– Anaïs Nin (via iwannotowidigdo) (via toosweet4rockandroll) (via cargohoo) (via teenagenemanurse) (via trixietreats) (via icsu) (via heartmindspirit)
Alone
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which...
