In any language it is a struggle to make a sentence say exactly what you mean.
― Arthur Koestler (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: tierradentro)

sing-for-your-lover:

I am lady Artemis and I have turned my lover into stars
There are moon beams woven in my hair
And nothing keeps me from dissolving in the sky

(hiiiii)

if you can you should try and learn to forgive yourself
dors, le mal est passé et tu entres dans la danse
shadows settle on the place that you left
lie down with me my dear, lie down
i don’t really mind

valsez: hi there x

(hi)

with a blindfold i can walk
trace le long du large et le sang
tu sais si les gens que je vois passer
i think the kids are in trouble
oh well the world never seemed bigger

thismetaphor: hello, angel

(hello, moon beam)

let the water rise
when i was young, younger than before
she looks out her window
pick it up, pick it all up
there’s no saving anything

thismetaphor:

Send me a ‘hi’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.

(Source: inboxshenanigans)

I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.
― Hunter S. Thompson (via apeironn)

(Source: delicatelybruised)

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