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poetryforall · 3 days
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-Rumi
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are you ever reading a good book and watching a good show and creating fun things and suddenly you think to yourself oh wait, life is worth living
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draculaswidow · 2 days
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Oh to be a student in a haunted academy, your reading companions the ghosts of a glorious past
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lone-nyctophile · 8 hours
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xjackxv · 1 day
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𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎
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inkwelloftheheart · 3 days
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While I might be young, my imagination knows no bounds.
-Flynn Caulfield
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llovelymoonn · 2 days
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okechukwu nzelu here again now
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burningvelvet · 2 days
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"Sarah Hannah Jones was buried there after she died on September 5, 1909. There, behind St. Peter’s Church, among the markers on the grassy hill that slopes down into one of the main cargo routes to Ireland, a Celtic cross designates her gravesite. It features the curious inscription 'POET PHILOSOPHER & FAILURE.'
There is little explanation to be found about the cryptic words. The church was consecrated in 967, and the oldest parts of the physical building date back to the 8th century. Sarah’s husband, James, remarried another woman named Sarah. She died in 1929, and a year after James followed. All three are buried in the spot, their stones stacked under Sarah Hannah’s cross. James’ inscription is strange but a little less mysterious: 'ALAS POOR YORICK.'"
- via Atlas Obscura
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northofair · 2 days
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reyvxntagesblog · 3 days
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They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning.
— Lisa J. Bick
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philosophors · 1 day
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“Wherever you come near the human race there's layers and layers of nonsense.”
— Thornton Wilder
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poetryforall · 1 day
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The beautiful thing about going alone is that every triumph is yours, every consequence of every mistake is yours, everything that you have to figure out is on you. That’s a really powerful experience. And sometimes it is beautiful and positive and exciting, and sometimes it's negative and hard and lonely. I wanted that. I welcomed that.
Cheryl Strayed 🏔️📚
📍Catskill Mountains, NY
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selenepluto · 2 days
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"Of course I wanted to see the world, to experience its fullness. I wanted to be a real part of it, rather than the passing shadow I so often felt like. I wanted to devour the world."
Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives.
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sharon-life · 15 hours
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“Come live with me and be my love”
-Marlowe, The passionate shepherd to his love.
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xjackxv · 2 days
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𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖘 14-15 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖓𝖎 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑
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