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A poem begins with a lump in the throat."
Robert Frost (via sky-talk)(Source: words-in-lines, via rissarita01)
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The Tyger - William Blake
from his collection “Songs of Experience” - 1794
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
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hold your horses now: What it is like to live with an anxiety disorder
1.
no one ever congratulates you
for doing the really difficult things
like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or
staying alive
2.
every friendship you make is a countdown
to the moment
when they finally can’t deal
with the missed calls and canceled hangouts
every friendship is on…(Source: blankslate)
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(via capovverso)
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow."“Dreams” by Langston Hughes, my favorite poet. (via wanttobelieve)(via wanttobelieve)
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Your Skin Under Mine, Natt Różańska
Braille reads: the slope of your spine the arch of your back the curve of your hip
(via celisam)
