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I drink to paradise,
and death,
and the lie of love.
Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 (via askshyster)

(Source: hellanne)

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"Birthright"
Sutton & Trinidad
Man From Atlantis #1

"Birthright"

Sutton & Trinidad

Man From Atlantis #1

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The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

- Jelaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks

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beeinherbonnet:

“The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.”  

- Jeanette Winterson

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