These were the days when my heart was volcanic.
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These were the days when my heart was volcanic.
Edgar Allan Poe (via soracities)

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…and there was the sea between us again.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via luthienne)
“She reflects, in some way, the idea of women that we like: She has strong character but is romantic and at the same time she’s really independent and a little bit rock ‘n’ roll,” {x}
A mere glimpse into the depths of your being would be enough to sustain me for a lifetime.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

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Josef Breitenbach, Akt/Rücken (Nude/Back), 1950
Ballerinas - Anne Estelle Rice (1877–1959)
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The one I love is everywhere.
Rumi (via thelovejournals)
Veranika Antsipava photographed by Vanina Sorrenti for Numéro Tokyo June 2007

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from my window / there’s a lighthouse / some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don’t know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & rebuilt
Ocean Vuong, “My Father Writes From Prison,” from Night Sky With Exit Wounds (via bostonpoetryslam)
“It’s not about what you see, it’s about what you feel”
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.
Virginia Woolf (via soracities)
I can't wait to talk to God one day, and with a beaming smile and rosy cheeks, hear from Him, that yes, my intuition was true, and yes, all the signs that He has given me were exactly what they meant when I interpreted them. I cannot wait to be reunited with my Lord inshallah. Imagine, talking to the Hand that Wrote it All. Imagine seeing the Artist behind the Art. Imagine that life is a work of art that fills you with sadness, with grief, with joy, with ecstasy, all at once. Imagine this art. And imagine meeting the Artist one day and asking him all of these questions, and with pure love and happiness we will laugh and enjoy the Presence of God, and his answers to all of His mysteries. Imagine hearing the explanations for each thing, for each event, for each illness, sadness, joy. Imagine Him explaining, imagine getting the answer you have always longed for. Imagine the elation you will feel. Imagine laughing, even at your old griefs in midst of understanding, imagine, how you would feel, when you finally have your answers, and then let that feeling guide everything you do in life.

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At the skin, my blood calls out to your heart, my whole sky craves an island of tenderness. My rivers tilt towards you.
Marina Tsvetaeva - from “My Ear Attends to You” in Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems (via watchoutforintellect)
Prague, Czech Republic (by Tabi**chu)