May 2013
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April 2013
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“A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart....”
– Sylvia Plath, excerpt from Sheep in Fog (via fleurstains)
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“I eat flowers
because you are what you eat
and I want to be beautiful.”
– C.C (via ohfairies)
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“There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head,...”
– Antonin Artaud, Van Gogh: the Man Suicided by Society (1947)
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“Most people in this society who aren’t actively mad are, at best, reformed...”
– Susan Sontag
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March 2013
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“She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake,...”
– Deathless (via mirroir)
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“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the...”
– Elke River (via owls-love-tea)
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“Her sleep was a form of neglect. She did nothing for days, the sun and moon had...”
– Mark Strand (via nataliekucken)
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“We are pressed flowers in heavy books
too close to the story
to see it is only...”
– Andrea Gibson, “The Story” (via mirroir)
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“Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my...”
– Sylvia Plath (via fleurstains)
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“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved...”
– Sarah Williams, The Old Astronomer to His Pupil (via mirroir)
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