Ghandi once said that anything you do in life is insignificant, but it's important that you do it.



I am so bright 

small and my hands


who and where am I 

I don’t recall

arriving at this 

time to move on


I am scared


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englishsnow: Paris by voldy92

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Last Dream of my soul;

a wessa playlist by clockworkprincesse [listen here

"You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul,  and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.”

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“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”

~Plato’s The Symposium

there’s something so beautiful about this idea

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rainbowfashionista: Hamburg, Germany

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Why is it that when a woman is desperately in love to point of delirium and insanity- she is seen as pathetic. But when a man is love to the point of delirium and insanity- it is seen as tragic and unjust?

She was a weighted mass of black and sliver.
Darting through woods and over fields.
Ears tipped in glinting metal like stars.
Eyes white in the night observing all that there is.
Wind moves through her hair like water.
She is sleek and quick, breathing hotly in the air.
Her ivory mouth, blowing ice across the sky.
Ivory hands and feet move her across the earth.
Her face fading from black to white at the moon.
Wind and sound ripping from her throat.
She belongs to the night.

Feel It in My Bones

At some point we realized
that it was in our flesh.
The markings that made
us what we were.
We realized that it could
be found in our bones.
The skeletal tissue telling
telling the story of how
We were made, how we
were born, how we
And thats when we
realized that now
We were free to die.

The Right Thing, and the Easy Thing are Never the Same.

How is it that doing the right thing always comes back and bites me in the ass. When someone asks me for help, regardless of who they are or what they’ve done, ill help them to the best of my ability. I will not lie to them, I will not sugar coat the truth, and it will always be the truth. If that makes me the devil, then the devil I am. But sides do not exist in this, and I would tell you the same thing I told her. If you don’t like my choice of words, that says more about you, than me.
But trust me when I say I’ll never speak again.

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