May 2012
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it feels like I will never see you again
it saddens and scares me beyond words
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“How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.”
– Jane Hirshfield - Not Moving Even One Step
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Flying Lotus - RobertaFlack
Do you think of me when you look at the black capillaries of the trees at night?
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“Would you rather be a part of the crowd or just a single sound, waiting to be...”
– Patrick Watson
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night and day.
blankpagesandinvisibleink:
the night brings him to me, magically but day breaks as hearts do, invariably.
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astronaut food +: this hyperawareness of my own... →
michellardi:
this hyperawareness of my own loneliness has made some things clearer yet others more confusing. there are a lot of questions, and broken fingers are being mended slowly, slowly as answers come to light. i once said that there’s a certain kind of sadness that exists in the blue hour—one that is…
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“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”
– Rumi
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miesdetroit365:
oh, the intimacy of glass all day i see out but nobody can see in at night these glass walls become ghostly mirrors where i see myself over and over
