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pronunciation | \oo-blE-et\
submitted by | anonymousPosted on June 2, 2012 from otherwordly with 1,039 notes
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Posted on June 2, 2012 from otherwordly with 7,825 notes
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from Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII”
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,I love you directly without problems or pride:I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,except in this form in which I am not nor are you,so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,so close that your eyes close with my dreams.Posted on May 28, 2012 from POETRYEATER with 123 notes
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(via loveofatravelingsoldier)
Posted on May 28, 2012 from grace in place with 812 notes
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pronunciation | \ar-‘kA-dE-an\
Posted on May 27, 2012 from otherwordly with 1,264 notes
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(via fizzleinthehouse)
Posted on May 27, 2012 from \m/ with 3,828 notes
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pronunciation | \per-o-‘koz-m\
Posted on May 25, 2012 from otherwordly with 4,014 notes
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Posted on May 25, 2012 from Images and Words with 3,458 notes
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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late, or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same; there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via kingsrow)(via lunautical)
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haha graduation anybody?
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Posted on May 20, 2012 from Mon très très cher. ~ with 62,241 notes
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Posted on May 13, 2012 from feelings, thoughts. with 51,095 notes
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when you were young
my hurricane started to turn when I looked at you,
for the first time, unknowingly and inconceivably
it reached toward the ocean like i reached for trouble.
while we were both self-destructing, the hurricane
turned, twisted, tangled itself around our stories.
we could not stop our fascination with the devil’s water,
could not take just a sip: we drank and drank until
we stumbled into each other on the worst night
of our lives. my hurricane singed the ground
around my feet, until i was swept up in its glorious power,
forced to follow God’s path down the highway
of glory; i was lead straight to you, inwardly destructing.
my storm ripped your statue apart, and
your statue was strong enough to calm my
whipping winds and tainted future. When i was young,
i played with childish things; when you were young,
you did too. Now we are grown and our storms
coexist, tearing up the playthings of the past
and tearing up the road love often travels on.
We will build our own highway, through destruction of conformity.
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Lasting Frission
slow motion, breath-holding, peaceful feeling:
staring at you i feel myself click into place,
i see my life flash before my eyes, for nothing
that i was before will live beyond. Beyond
my love, there is nothing; my feelings are so
overwhelming, i literally feel the love pouring
through my veins and thickening my blood.
spine shivering, back breaking, time stopping:
you have built the foundation of my new
existence, i step out from the shadows
into the light, smoldering into ashes
from the love shining out of your eyes.
I am traveling without moving, stuck
in perpetual and everlasting perfect existence.
there is nothing left of me, i am you.
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1 Peter 3: 1-4
My king, my king!
You are the champion of my conquests,
the essence of my greatest delights:
in loving you I find no sin to repent from.
I delight in all of your ways, as I am
your most loyal and loving servant.
Offering you my last grains of wheat,
knowing that you will cherish my sacrifice,
I give you all: my soul has fused to yours.
Though I am meek and mild, and you are my protector,
fighting for your honor would be glory to God.
My love for you is a paradise unending,
but to stare into your eyes, I would brave hell.
I was made suitably, and perfectly,
to submit to your reign, oh my king!
For you know my most instinctual feelings,
as you bless me with your power and authority.
You notice the offerings I give, and offer me
more than what I could imagine, your hand.
To hold, to provide, to enrich; my ruler!
How could I deserve something as pure as this?
You call me into your courts and enamored heart,
lavish me with gifts and cleave yourself
to my breath: I have found my place and purpose.
A painting of me is created and hung,
in the most studious of all of the halls;
sometimes I pass by and catch you
staring. I know that I was created for
you so that you may enjoy my creation daily.
My joy is found in your contentment with me,
the qualities you rapture in all yours.
Sovereign, perfect king!
The love I have makes the depths of the ocean jealous,
My feelings stretch so vastly that the skies cannot comprehend,
we are pure: compared, the highest carat diamonds seem hazed.
Your preeminence moves me,
but our love makes me strong.
I want to sit, next to you reigning,
until my beauty has faded and your
peak is past, so that all may stare upon us.
My king, my king!
You are the only king on earth.
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Posted on May 13, 2012 from Stay Positive with 9,449 notes
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