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I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream."Dylan Thomas, Clown in the Moon -
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“And at night I cry the ceaseless cry, how she drips out like a spirit wandering through the darkness. She’s running into the walls and banging on the window. Poor ghost, no one knows why you are here. Longing is her name, she wants to know why the world is so dented with sadness.”
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(via groundfaery)
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overslept eyes and music in the morning, the sun like a opening skirt overflowing the bedroom, quiet transparent sheets funneled with child laughter and light. open windows full of tired cities and thick air holding flower perfume and car wrecks. broken lover’s crooked like stray cats swimming through the streets to find their missing piece, insecurity worn like barb wire bracelets, the scars tucked in the secret invisible places we want people to see but they never touch hard enough. the clock broken in your lap, the subconscious of the earth pouring, the sea soaking your pants, wrapping you with seaweed and colorful fishes. it is embarrassing to know this much, to see behind the scenes. resting under a wild tree, pollen stirring in your coffee, your winter skin holding the voices of the dead, rising. its the color yellow, for the stars, for the faces in the hospital shining under florescent halos, for sunflowers withering at your doorstep, for the locks of hair taped to your journal pages to save a summer innocence, for the lines on the highways, and your eyes from crying before bedtime. i am awake, yellow in my sheets, yellow dancing against the wall, morning is a time to forget why we exist just to discover it all over again.
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a beautiful amazing movie <3
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