♞BERYL-AZURE

"my thoughts are stars i can’t fathom into constellations."

- John Green, The Fault in our Stars 

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"

i sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,

watching light
pour itself toward
me.

"

- Richard Brautigan, Star Hole

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"even i cannot put a finger on my own mind for it seems everywhere and nowhere at once even though the flesh sits in one place."

- Dark Raven

"yet even shadows have their shapes which live where i imagine them to be, the hordes of vanished souls whose eyes acknowledge mine."

- Charles Baudelaire (via beryl-azure)

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"how odd i can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words."

- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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"how fragile we are, between the few good moments."

- Jane Hirshfield, Vinegar and Oil

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"because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything i wanted to be everyone i saw. i wasn’t enough for me. can you understand that?"

- Sidney Sheldon 

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"my real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life."

- Hermann Hesse 

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"so i will lie beside you here
unnamed
until my hands recover from your skin."

- John  Burnside

"

If I could have stopped time

when I saw her,

I would have.

But time has no pause for beauty,

and she,

she was walking the other way.

"

- Dark Raven (via word-digest)

"i woke to a sea of blue. what a cliche, to be drowning in someones eyes, to wake to the watch of the ocean."

- Kind Stranger, If Lost Please Return.:   (via word-digest)

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"my body floats between contrary equilibriums."

- Federico García Lorca

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"even the vivid emotions he had one cherished drew back, as if retreating from the province of his memory. like a mist in the breeze, his memories changed shape, and with each change they grew fainter. each memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. the only thing that remained tangible was the sense of absence."

- Haruki Murakami, Tony Takitani

"every night she softly yields with a whimper to the cackling shadows of her own thoughts."

- Megan Madgwick

"my real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life."

- Hermann Hesse

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