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You came to me from shadows, you came to me from breezes, you came to me from silences, Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Poems to Armando,” (via violentwavesofemotion) Source: violentwavesofemotion

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milez-away: People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” – that’s intimacy. The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo

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sophi-aubrey: theleoisallinthemind: James Turrell, ‘Spread’ (2003) For here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world. Planet Earth is blue and there`s nothing I can do © Space Oddity Merci @afrouif for this words Source: theleoisallinthemind

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quotemadness: “The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” — T. S. Eliot

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crimsonkismet: 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 Source: crimsonkismet

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crimsonkismet: trinitysbooks: I am full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.  – Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (not my pictures) ❦ ☥ ❦ Source: trinitysbooks

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