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o wayward star

"She did not speak for she had no speech
She was a mermaid who had lost her way
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears
Her eyes were the color of distant love."

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

James Joyce (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: wikiquote.com, via an-itinerant-poet)

bibliophilebunny:

“The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.” 
― Rebecca Solnit,  Wanderlust: A History of Walking

bibliophilebunny:

“The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.”

― Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

bookmania:

from Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics by Rebecca Solnit

bookmania:

from Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics by Rebecca Solnit

Something wonderful happens to you and you instantly look back over your life and see it as a series of fortunate events stretching off into the distance like mountain peaks. Something terrible happens and your life has always been a litany of woe. The present rearranges the past. We never tell the story whole because a life isn’t a story; it’s a whole Milky Way of events and we are forever picking out constellations from it to fit who and where we are.

—Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby (via severnyvestnik)

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

—Ray Bradbury (via likeafieldmouse)

I know this now,
the difference between
where you stood
and where I did:
I was your cigarette
break; you were my
forest fire…

You just the
ash and I—
the ember.

Still,
we burned.

—Why am I the only one still burning? (via coffeestainedheart)

(via youreyesblazeout)

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