you left me
at the bottom
of a glass
to sleep beneath
the echoes
of the ocean.
(Source: thedustdances)
you left me
at the bottom
of a glass
to sleep beneath
the echoes
of the ocean.
(Source: thedustdances)
what sort of matter is
a prayer composed of,
and do the birds know
its secret?
this play of light
and shadow
in the mist,
the movement
of lips
wings
and atmosphere,
and afterwards
silence.
(Source: thedustdances)
(Source: meditationsinwonderland, via modernhepburn)
There exists a prison
with no bars,
no walls,
no guards,
a dungeon not built
with stone or steel,
an invisible cage
with invisible chains,
a cold cell made of
heart and mind —
only You
can set me free.
Text by RosellaWeigand
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“May I tell you something?”
“Yeah.”
“First off, I don’t like you.”
“I know.”
“Oh, you do?”
“Yes. And I’ve suspected as such for quite some time now.”
“Good. Cause I…I don’t like you. In fact, I have an incredible distaste for you and what you represent. It’s…
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