I Think We Would Me Much More Alive If We Dared Ourselves To Recognize That We Are Not Obligated To Know

(…) Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—

Louise Glück, from Sunrise in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

Virgo the flowers, Taurus the trees, Capricorn the gems deep in the earth.

Gemini the hurricane, Libra the breath of life, Aquarius the tornado that never touches down.

Aries the hearth fire, Leo the bale fire, Sagittarius the lingering embers pulsing along burned wood.

Cancer the river, Scorpio the rapids, Pisces the very depths of the ocean.

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Erich Salomon - Kastanjeboom met feestverlichting, tegenover Koninklijk Paleis Noordeinde, 26-8-1938

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pencere arkası çiçeği by kedici on Flickr.

She mistrusted reality. She understood infinity. She was weeping, weeping whole seas.

César Vallejo, tr. by Robert Bly, from “At the Border of a Flowering Grave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)