Keep your head up. Keep your heart strong.
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outofreception:

Dusting
crookednose:

(by Theo Gosselin)
eatsleepdraw:

Putrid and Alive 
By Dale Dupre’ -  http://thesimpleandcomplex.tumblr.com/
http://society6.com/DaleDupre
humanflower:

Davis Ayer

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me (via all-adventurous-women)

(via deathistheroadtoawe)

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Realize deeply that the present moment is all you will ever have.
Eckhart Tolle (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: psych-quotes, via 21vines)

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I feel nothing
but pain for the past
trying to separate
like old clothes
crumbling in a chest
what does not last
from what I can keep
trying to understand
how I fell
so short of what I intended
to do with my life.
How life twists and turns
against us. How a childhood
is not really understood
until it is lived
a second time
in memory.
How wonderful
and how terrible
it seems now
because it is gone
and because it was mine.
Sarah Brown Weitzman, from “Looking Back” (via mitochondria)

(via journalofanobody)

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