aseaofquotes:

— Pablo Neruda

aseaofquotes:

— Pablo Neruda

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icarus never dreamt of flying
persephone didn’t ask for a crown
daphne hardly wanted the love of a god

the myths are varied, true and false,
full of gods and monsters, fate and luck
but they are stories of more than magic
more than immortality and divinity

they are stories of people like you and me
people who didn’t pray for heroism
or for a throne high above on olympus

myths are stories of humans
who loved and lost like us
who fell from great heights
to even greater depths

the gods would never dare to tell
the secret of their myths:

but the truth is, the highest
form of divinity
is humanity.

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rupikaur:

home by rupi kaur

rupikaur:

home by rupi kaur

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Squeeze me tighter now,
I cannot bear the waiting,
I need to be touched.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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about me life goals
Do not discourage children from reading because you feel they are reading the wrong thing. Fiction you do not like is a route to other books you may prefer. And not everyone has the same taste as you.

Neil Gaiman

Neil Gaiman: Why our future depends on libraries, reading and daydreaming | Books | theguardian.com

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It’s still true. (And I said a lot of other sensible things in the essay it links to.)

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ephemeral-elegance:

Evening Dress, 1957

Jacques Fath

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modern-vampires-of-art-history:

Keith Haring, Moses and the Burning Bush (1985) / Vampire Weekend, Ya Hey (2013)

modern-vampires-of-art-history:

Keith Haring, Moses and the Burning Bush (1985) / Vampire Weekend, Ya Hey (2013)

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Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.

—Unknown (via zeichii)

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Do you know children in Palestine fly kites to prove that they are still free?
Can you imagine how that string must feel between their fingers
as they kneel in the cinders of our missile heads
I wonder what the dead in warsaw would say about the taxes we pay without thought
of funding another holocaust.


The bough is breaking.
The cradle is falling.
Right now a six-year old girl is crutched in a ditch in Lebanon
wishing on falling bombs.
Right now our government is recording the test scores of black and Latino 4th graders
to see how many prison beds will be needed in the year 2015.
Right now there’s a man on the street outside that door
with outstretched hands full of heart beats no one can hear.
He has cheeks like torn sheet music,
Every tear a broken crescendo falling on deaf ears.
At his side there’s a girl with eyes like an anthem
that no one stands up for.

Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there.
It’s that we ignore the ones who are.
Till we find ourselves scarred and ashamed
walking into emergency rooms at two a.m.
flooded with a pain we cannot name or explain
because we are bleeding from the outside in.
Skin is not impervious.
Cultures built on greed and war do not pick and choose who they kill.
We all fill the graves.

—snippet from When The Bough Breaks by Andrea Gibson. read the rest here  (via fallintoyourarmstonight)

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