metaphorformetaphor:

Absent! The morning when, like a rueful bird,
I go away to the shore of
the sea of shadow and silent empire,
the white pantheon will be your captivity.

Night will have fallen in your glances;
and you will suffer, and then acquire
penitent lacerated whiteness.

Cesar Vallejo, from “Agile Soffits,” The Complete Poetry (University of California Press, 2007)

"Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay."
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Wu Tang Clan (one of my favorite quotes ever)

always reblog

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(Source: larmoyante, via kaleidoscope-view)

"

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

"
- Philip Larkin, The Mower (via fishingboatproceeds)

(via kaleidoscope-view)

"I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back."
- Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain (via girlinlondon)

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