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Prose is about what can be said and what is known and so on. Poetry is about what cannot be expressed. I mean, terrible grief, or intense erotic feeling, or even unspeakable anger are all inexpressible. You can’t put them in words and that’s why you try to put them in words. Because that’s all you’ve got.
W. S. Merwin, in an interview with Joel Whitney (via weissewiese)

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For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.
Her concise speaking style was strangely persuasive. From every word that came to her lips, he felt a precise, wedge-like thrust. He still could not tell though, how seriously he should take her. There was something out of the ordinary about her, a screw slightly loose. It was an inborn quality, perhaps. He might be in the presence of an authentic talent in its most natural form, or it could all be an act.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via wordsnquotes)
Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you will never, ever get it out.
Thomas Cardinal Wolsey  (via wordsnquotes)

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Tell the truth or someone will tell it for you. - Stephanie Klein


It is questionable whether Scorpios are actually human, as opposed to eternal creatures of darkness



i dont think you have to question the genuineness of a scorpio in a friendship. kind of like virgo. a scorpio wouldnt bother keeping in contact or uttering a word to you unless they were fascinated, charmed or feel they have something to learn from you. they just don’t bother with people that are…

my chest used to feel
like summer sky,
now it’s a place
butterflies come to die.
m.v., my heart no longer flutters. (via findingwordsforthoughts)