She understands more than the rest of them. Not the words — but what are words?

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
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For you, a thousand times over.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via choichan)
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I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life.

Unknown  (via intensional)
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thepowerofduaa:

Have you ever felt your heart miss God?

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Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. The tragedy of man is that he doesn’t know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day.

Elie Wiesel, Dawn (via wordsnquotes)
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Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Jeffrey McDaniel (via alonesomes)
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I’ve said it before but I’ll say it
again, for the sake of this poem.
I am not the kind of person that
things happen to.
I am not the kind of person that
things happen to, so I make it up.
I draw the dragon and then I
jump on its back.

I take a feeling and I say
‘Do something! Become something!
Help me or go away!’

There’s usually a boy. Sometimes
not. Either way, there’s someone
and they’ve hurt me.
There’s someone and they don’t
love me back,
because that’s what I want. That’s
my poetry.

I’m sorry, you know? I don’t know
what to do with the ones who have
already been here, so I pretend.
I play dolls. I change their names
and their clothes and their stories.

Call me what you want. I know
what the truth is. I know what to
put in between the lines to make it
sting like a real thing.
I know how to make myself better.

Still, I wish I could touch my
own heart instead of writing about
what it must feel like.
I wish I could do anything without
faking it.
What’s left to be honest about,
if not this? What’s left?

When things don’t happen,
I kick up the dirt, I blow on the
dust, I shake the snow globe.
So what if dragons aren’t real?
I bet you wish they were.

Caitlyn Siehl, Drawing the Dragon (via avvfvl)
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