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r-is-for-raven:

“I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force - a wild pain and decay - also accompanies everything.”

— David Lynch

feral-ballad:

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

sufiblackmamba:

khalidmahmoud:

“سَتنجوا، لكن ستُصبح شخصاً آخر.”

You will survive, but you will become someone else

fieldrecording:

What Places of Heaven, What Planets Directed, How Long the Effects? or, The General Accidents of the World (David Gatten, 2013)

petaltexturedskies:

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

realhumanbaby:

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

chestcavityyy:

puerilensoft:

larmoyante:

“She dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about — escape.”

— Paris, Texas (1984) 

zeytzeytun:

I have very strong sense of self because I never belonged anywhere

gotyourbibleandyourgun-deactiva:

Please return to heaven ~

archangellll-deactivated2025040:

hystericmanifesto:

ofallingstar:

“I never go anywhere except silently, secretly, by myself.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from an interview conducted by Audrey Bilger c. 1997
(via paper-fairy)