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corona borealis
Understand me: I do not have time with things that have no soul.

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litcrarum: ““Richard Siken, Details of the Woods ” ”

litcrarum:

Richard Siken, Details of the Woods

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medeae:

“So maybe I’m divine. So maybe I’m celestial. But did you forget, baby? The stars we see are already dead.”

— WRETCHED, Venetta O.

“

and the universe said I love you

and the universe said you have played the game well

and the universe said everything you need is within you

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

and the universe said you are the daylight

and the universe said you are the night

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

and the universe said you are not alone

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

”
“End Poem,” by Julian Gough for Minecraft’s ending credits. (via wearetheliberation)
“Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem.”
Richard Siken, “Black Telephone” (via wraithlings)
“

I thought that
it would be worth giving a try,
so I got involved
in the sweet sound of your voice.

I could not explain
but I was sure.
It was you,
all this time.
The empty side of my bed
all the love songs
all the love poems
all the things I’ve ever wrote.

It’s you.
It’s always been you.

”

that kind of love that burns your throat.

“let the heavens topple in their search for me.
I did not dance in the darkness
to be treated as something common,
I swallowed the seeds so they could pay token to me
and the only thing that will ever please me is the crown above my head and the bones resting at my feet.”
this is the making of a queen // n.k. (via whereicarusfell)
“lion boy,
oh how he loves you
but sweet darling,
you have too many
bloody hearts in your teeth
to notice his is there too.”
/// [t.r.] (via vodlemort)
“

moon dust in your lungs

stars in your eyes

you are a child of the cosmos

and ruler of the skies

”
for em (via trenzalours)