I am light and I am dark, I am old and I am young. I am happiness and sorrow and the tears you shed in secret when you thought no one was looking. I am the voice of the rain. I am your secret shame. I am the forgotten name.
I am who I am, except when I'm not.
I knew there were things I should never find beautiful: girls and death.
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"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between."
Sylvia Plath (via precor)

(Source: misswallflower)

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"I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you ‘have something to say.’ I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The ‘unsayable’ thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it."
Rebecca Lindenberg (via leopoldgursky)

(Source: mcsweeneys.net)

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"If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever-more wonders."
Andrew Harvey, The Return of the Mother 

(Source: emotional-algebra)