I like tea, books, quotes, photos, the occasional coffee, and laughing. I believe in love, the bond between best friends, and everyday magic. Explore. Dream. Discover.
29th Jun
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And I, infinitesima­l being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via chazkeats)

26th May
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Here’s to the girls on the highway who hit the gas pedal much harder than they should. The girls with cackles for laughs who rev up their engines, and smile like tornados.They don’t walk, they don’t even run. They crash into everything that comes into contact with their wildfire souls. Approach them with caution, love them, or hate them, but you should know one thing, you will never be able to extinguish them.

— Hannah Sofia

22nd May
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As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space
an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning
view all created things like this.

— Red Pine, The Diamond Sutra

20th May
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What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

— John Knowles, A Separate Peace (via itsfromabook)

19th May
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Abstract design is all right - for wallpaper or linoleum. But art is the process of evoking pity and terror. What modern artists do is pseudo-intellectual masturbation. Creative art is intercourse, in which the artist renders emotional his audience. These laddies who won’t deign to do that - or can’t - lost the public. …One does have to learn to look at art. But it’s up to the artist to use language that can be understood. Most of these jokers don’t want to use language you and I can learn; they would rather sneer because we ‘fail’ to see what they are driving at. If anything. Obscurity is the refuge of incompetence.

— Jubal Harshaw, from Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land