Blue Abyss

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"A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart."

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:17:06 +0300

“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via cosmofilius)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 13:14:43 +0300

Late night impressions 1

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:49:12 +0300

I belong deeply to myself, and to no one else. My soul is complete on its own and it needs no mirror. You tell me about soul mates, you talk about different faces of the same coin. I will tell you about how I am my own coin, about how my soul has been and will be a perfect circle, about all the history burning inside of me. Something you will never reach, nor will ever taste.

You speak…you speak with words. I only hear empty sounds…they are foreign to me. It’s something I cannot decipher. I always disliked the way humans gave form to feelings. By speaking them : what a horror!! They feel so deformed as they get out of your mouth, as they take the form of a two-legged creature, with a dramatic and full of importance kind of voice. Now it’s only a distant echo.

It all could be just a remnant piece of my impressions. Maybe it hasn’t always been like it is now. Just a remnant of you, passing by. I never heard those words from your mouth. Now they feel wrong as they come along with another set of facial features, other hands to hold me, another vibration to bathe in, and of course, it’s another sound. They don’t have your voice, otherwise I won’t shutter at the simple mumbling of a man’s longing. At their arrogance of thinking that their soul finally came to my rescue, of their knighty attitude. I need not to be saved.

Someone was speaking to me with a foreign and strange voice about how he is my king and how I am his queen. I tell you now, that I am my own queen and I am my own king and also, my own kingdom. I create everything that surrounds me and need no other soul to stomp on my garden with its illusions. I am forever mine and belong deeply to myself. I just remembered that through dreams. I was not giving myself to others there. And I was complete. When I woke up, I realised my reality. Pieces of me were flying away in my bedroom. When I got out they were in the whole apartment. After I got out on the street I saw some around the corner, some at my usual store, some pieces stuck to other souls and they kept appearing infinitely. I had to rearrange them back to my initial form. Or I could create something new. I just had to take them back again, regardless of the others needs. So I did.

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daysof49: This woman is not real

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:01:01 +0300

daysof49:

This woman is not real

"At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:00:12 +0300

“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”

- Warsan Shire (via yesixicana)

anamal: Unmade Beds, (2009)

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:59:55 +0300

anamal:

Unmade Beds, (2009)

humancentipeed: In the Sims, you don’t say, “I love you.” You say, “Habadu bashubi,” which roughly...

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:59:19 +0300

humancentipeed:

In the Sims, you don’t say, “I love you.” You say, “Habadu bashubi,” which roughly translates to, “I cannot move because there is furniture in the way.” I think that’s absolutely beautiful.

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sacredpleasure: I came to this earth so that I can find the way...

Wed, 15 May 2013 13:58:41 +0300

sacredpleasure:

I came to this earth so that I can find the way back to my Beloved. ~Rumi

i fellasleep to the soundof your voice, and i hopeyou don’tmind if i keepfalling.

Wed, 15 May 2013 13:58:28 +0300

i fell
asleep to the sound
of your voice,

and i hope
you don’t
mind

if i keep
falling.