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November 7, 2013

"Being strong is to love someone in silence, to radiate happiness when we are unhappy, to forgive..."

“Being strong is to love someone in silence, to radiate happiness when we are unhappy, to forgive someone who does not deserve forgiveness, to stay calm in moments of despair, to show joy when we do not feel it, to smile when we want to cry, to make someone happy when our own heart is broken, to be silent when we feel like screaming our anguish, to comfort when we need to be comforted, and to have faith when we no longer believe.”

- Ricky Zulkifli (via sabrinaraissa)
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Published on November 07, 2013 16:50

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Just another loyal soldier in this revolution.



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Just another loyal soldier in this revolution.


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Published on November 07, 2013 16:48

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— Ted Hughes



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— Ted Hughes


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Published on November 07, 2013 16:37

"If a man once loved you,
he’s turned you into a moth.

That’s how he’ll remember
the flutter: that..."

If a man once loved you,

he’s turned you into a moth.



That’s how he’ll remember

the flutter: that numinous,

that beating, that winged.



Angels and moths:

that’s who men love.



But I don’t recollect like that.

I don’t think I ever loved

that gently. And I’ve never

flown toward a burning

house, hoping, maybe

my faith lay in that

single thing left,

in that smoldering filigree.

I never reminisce

a sorrow that delicately shaped.



But sometimes I feel someone remembering

me that way: translucent,

crazy, awake only at night.

He’s regretting his fingertips

were not wide or soft enough.

He’s mourning me now.

He’s imagining me eating away

at someone else’s light.



And that’s perfect.

That’s exactly how

he always wanted to love

me. My wings,

my hair-like antennae

hanging;

my frenulum

between his forefinger

and his thumb.



- Olena Kalytiak Davis, “Angels and Moths,” from And Her Soul Out of Nothing (University of Wisconsin Press, 1994)
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Published on November 07, 2013 16:36

"This morning I awoke clutching your name with such reckless devotion that it turned to dust."

“This morning I awoke clutching your name with such reckless devotion that it turned to dust.”

- Michael Lee, “The Addict, a Magician” (via larmoyante)
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Published on November 07, 2013 16:30

November 5, 2013

".:Do you know how incredibly lucky you are to be able to feel emotions so very deeply? To bask and..."

“.:Do you know how incredibly lucky you are to be able to feel emotions so very deeply? To bask and float in the highest of highs as well as sink deep enough to drown in the lows. Strife allows peace, black allows white. This is all part of the ride. Feel everything, feel it all. Do not live in a masquerade. This is a gift:.”

- www.upliftedvibrations.com (via uplifted-vibrations)
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Published on November 05, 2013 21:12

"To be strong does not mean to sprout muscles and flex. It means meeting one’s own numinosity without..."

“To be strong does not mean to sprout muscles and flex. It means meeting one’s own numinosity without fleeing, actively living with the wild nature in one’s own way. It means to be able to learn, to be able to stand what we know. It means to stand and live.”

- Clarissa Pinkola Estés (via thebootydontlie)
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Published on November 05, 2013 21:04

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