December 2011
I found a loose string dangling from the hem of my existence. When I pulled it,...
– William Reschke (via moonhymns)
No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.
– Aristotle (via dirtcrumbgoddess)
We sit in the mud my friend and reach for the stars.
– Ivan Turgenev (via pavorst)
Slitting sound, hear the penny drop, you are something I will keep slung around my neck like a prize like a scarf I paid sixty dollars for.
(via rhetoricbedamned)
We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the...
– Paulo Coelho (via misswallflower)
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache...
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via atomos)
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