(Source: ahuntersheart, via moonandmoon)
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March 6, 2012
"Can’t I live in poems?"
Leonard Cohen, from “On The Sickness Of My Love” (via moonandmoon)
January 22, 2012
October 26, 2011
"Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost."
Milan Kundera (via conqueredrome)
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October 17, 2011
September 27, 2011
(via demiilauren)
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September 19, 2011
moon&moon: Sleeping with Houdini by Nin Andrews
▲▲▲One of his best tricks is disappearing at will. Suddenly we are gone. We watch the world without us in it, like a paperweight full of snow falling. A body can do whatever Houdini wants and then chat with the birds. Birds can forecast the future. They can tell tomorrow’s weather and the next…
Yes
even when I don’t believe
there is a place in me
inaccessible to unbelief
a patch of wild grace
a stubborn preserve
impenetrable
pain untouched by the sleeping body
music that builds its nest in silenceAnna Kamieńska, Lack of Faith, from in Astonishments (translated by G. Drabik and D. Curzon). (growingorbits + crashinglybeautiful)
(via moonandmoon)
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September 17, 2011
September 12, 2011
(via intensifyit)
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September 1, 2011
"I think you’re the only person who gets me. When I’m with you, the world doesn’t feel like a problem I can’t figure out."

