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Today the colleges are drunk with spring. My black gown is a litle funeral: It shows I am serious. The books I carry wedge into my side. I had an old wound once, but it is healing. I had a dream of an island, red with cries. It was a dream, and did not mean a thing.

Sylvia Plath, Three Women (via vulturepunk)

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Заспи и ти, тепърва имаме да се отричаме.

Георги Рупчев

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Photography by Xuebing DU

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De la Musique Ah, little by little, among the ancient trees There emerges her form and I leave off thinking Little by little, out of my own anguish I myself am emerging The two forms meet in the clearing at the foot of the lake. The two dream forms Because this was just a moonbeam and my sadness And the supposition of another thing And the consequence of existing. Truly, would those two forms have encountered each other In the clearing at the foot of the lake? (...But if they do not exist? ...) ...In the clearing by the lake.........

Fernando Pessoa, translated by George Monteiro

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami (via date)

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How I yearn to throw myself into endless space and float above the awful abyss.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via ossa-cave)

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by Michelle De Rose

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When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via flame)

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