Words carved into my back come alive; poetry spills from the ceiling and ink...
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Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls,...– Guy de Maupassant
I am but a cloud in a cage.
God: I own you like I own the caves. The Ocean: Not a chance. No comparison....– Dave Eggers (How We Are Hungry)
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?– Oscar Wilde (via napoleoncomplex)
I love science, and it pains me to think that so many are terrified of the...– Robert M. Sapolsky (via atomos)
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source...– Albert Einstein (via atomos)
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my...– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via fairylullaby)
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed...– Charles Bukowski
Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.– Jeffrey Eugenides
Human beings can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.– Saul Bellow (via milkbats)
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A curtain is dropped once the sun disappears. I love a night of its own colors,...– Forever Bedlam: 78 (via frozenpetals)
He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come...– Nicole Krauss
Black holes, dark matter and supernovas are perhaps the most beautiful things in existance to me.
I find whales, stars, and the ocean to be more enjoyable than mankind.
They travel for days. Sometimes it rains abruptly. Silver flashes. The girl...– Bhanu Kapil Rider
The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and...– James Frey (via pearleyes)
I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I...– Charles de Lint (via silhouettings)
You and I will be together even when we’re ghosts, We’ll live in the trees and...
Welcome to the edge of things, where sky, sea, land, and wandering souls snatch...– Words installed at Wellington waterfront during the Arts Festival
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed...– T.S Eliot (via milkbats)
Because, because, and because. You turned around to stare at me and I waved ...– from Always by Rane Arroyo (via melancholynotes)
As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt...– Sylvia Plath
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At a beautiful, dim-lit restaurant at Espanola Way and Frank Sinatra is on the radio. I am in heaven.