House dark, I sit alone tonight
and watch the storm roll in.
I write these words by lightning-light
and feel them in my skin.
The centre has not held, and yet
the world adjusts its spin
and keeps on turning underfoot.
Don’t let the fascists win.
This was a battle; life’s the war.
Keep breathing out and in.
No storm has yet unmoored the moon.
Begin. Begin. Begin.
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And I, tiny being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
we can’t go home, not yet. but we can make this place our home together.
We are lovers
distant by space and time.
But then again,
so as the sea and sky.
hishiddenletters, Space and time (via wordsnquotes)
We’re selfish gods
at the edge of the world,
big enough to eat the stars.
You’ve got a voice like the void
and you’re whispering,
We are the only always.
We are the only always.
I’ll never be able to look at your face without loving you.
Rachel Wolchin
(via wnq-writers)
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