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In soundless dreams // Part 6

Titania (Anita Louise) and the faeries in A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1935)

No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change…

Nathaniel Hawthorne (via wordsnquotes)

This morning, with her, having coffee.

Johnny Cash, when asked about his paradise (via wnq-music)

Heaven-invading hills are drowned

In wide moving waves of mist,

Phlox before my door are wound

In dripping wreaths of amethyst.

-Sara Teasdale, White Fog

It’s that time of year. Finally. It’s the time of year, When we finally remember what living is supposed to feel like. It’s almost here. Finally.

N.C. // summer (via blooming-anna-rose)

What a silly thought

to think that the point of a relationship

is to be forever.

I have had forevers last six months

and forevers last two years

and still they run through my veins

as lessons

as experiences

as growth.

Never minimize a relationship as a failure

just because it has completed its’ course

Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.

Mooji

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Smoke Like Phantoms

Smoke like souls

Crooked, gnarling ghosts that float right through you.

They are free when they are taken by the wind.

Dissipated, faded into empty air.

Until that’s all that’s left.

Empty space.

Empty?

It must still be full of ghosts.

They must be somewhere.

All the ghosts in this space alone,

How many in this house?

How many in the garden?

The forgotten patrons of this land,

An unimaginable multitude of memories.

Does anyone keep these memories still?

I want to believe that this place gave joy.

I have felt joy here.

I have seen such beauty in this land, but

It has also witnessed my pain.

It has watched my adolescence unfold.

Whoever owns this house next will never know.

Does it remain, in the ghosts

Of the smoke

That stains these walls?

    - S.T / moving out