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You have fallen from a higher world and you are filled with fierce indignation, when you find that life is cowardly and ignoble.
While I…I have come up from a lower world and I am filled with astonishment when I find that people have any redeeming virtue at all.
James Joyce, from The Complete Works; “Exiles,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
(via violentwavesofemotion)
How do I found you ?
You came before when I write
Just a man not romantic,
write thousands love on papers,
a crown of roses on your hair
carries a flute, dance and song
oh my love - you knew all
How you must have loved me
I am a woman filled
with night visions
I walk with the wolves
and howl my own songs,
I lie in the tall grass,
I lie on the mesa,
my hair like black smoke
rises in wind
my teeth like thin razors
flash in the dawning.
from “MAKAI/FIRST LIGHT*” by Willyce Kim (via hanokvillage)
For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.
Aleister Crowley, La Gitana (via middecember)
You can see the flowers in my hair, but not the devils in my brain.
My description (via verbautezukunft)
‘you aren’t like them.’
you aren’t like them. you can’t just have a one night stand. you can’t just have a weekend fling. you aren’t like them. you will get attached to the boy with the crystal blue eyes and soft hands that was at the iceskating rink with you. you will always remember the way he said your name and how his black hair curled in the front. you aren’t like them. they can have four new boys every weekend and not think twice about it. you are too sensitive. too kind hearted. too trusting. you are so insecure that when a boy shows interest in you, you will do anything to keep him around. you aren’t like them. you are special. you are no player. you are not a person who throws love around like water. you are special. and darling, you are not like them. so please, don’t try to be.
a-unique-princess (via wnq-writers)
Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k)
You may wear your virtues as a crown,
As you walk through life serenely,
And grace your simple rustic gown
With a beauty more than queenly.
Though only one for you shall care,
One only speak your praises;
And you never wear in your shining hair,
A richer flower than daisies.
Phoebe Cary
flowers in my hair and demons in my head.
(via ruby-moon)
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
‘Come in,’ she said, ‘I’ll give you shelter from the storm.’
Bob Dylan, “Shelter From the Storm” (via feellng)
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