Sharing Poetry: Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII" →

sharingpoetry:

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

rudyfrancisco:

The amount of rebloggs on this is crazy! I really appreciate the love  

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"

If my heart really broke every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break. They bruise and get better.
You call 911 and tell them I’m having a fantastic time.

"

Buddy Wakefield, “I’ve Seen Nearly Every City From A Rooftop, Without Jumping”

from the book Junkyard Ghost Revival.

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I'm moving to New York City this fall to change the world...read more about it here! →

will you take me and teach me how to fly away?

(Source: painting-paradise)

(Source: 10on10)

Truth. Damn the idle mind at times like this!

honeyforthehomeless:

Peanuts

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"You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift."

Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via 35bit)

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