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finita–la–commedia:

“If you bring your inexhaustible mouth to mine, I endlessly drink the roots of my own existence.”

— José Ángel Valente, “Be My Limit”, translated by Thomas Christensen
In: “Landscape with Yellow Birds: Selected Poems by José Ángel Valente”

(via eshghe)

sweetbasil2020:

Dear Universe, send me love, send me support, send me intimacy, send me consistency, send me clear communication, send me partnership, send me patience, send me kindness, send me goodness, send me innocence, send me affection, send me presence. I am open to receiving all goodness for the highest good of all involved. 

(via mirroir)

windflowerfairy:

The Waves by Virginia Woolf

(via syrian-bitch)

angelnumber27:

Anyway. Love is the point.

(via fixedhawa)

tearslife:

أحيانا كل ما في داخلك يبكي، الا عینك

Sometimes everything inside you cries, but your eyes.

(via eshghe)

ecmshock:

“Didn’t I tell you not to be satisfied with the veil of this world?”

— Rumi 

(via eshghe)

observando:

“There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.”

— Hazrat Inayat Khan

dymiana:

“What you’re going to write is already there in the darkness. It’s not a matter of passing from one state to another. It’s a matter of deciphering something already there, something you’ve always done in the sleep of your life, in its organic rumination, unbeknown to you.”

— Marguerite Duras, tr. by Barbara Bray, from “Practicalities,” (via violentwavesofemotion)