You told me that my poetry
didn’t burn your tongue
the way you thought it should.But poetry is about
things that burn. Like cigarettes
or coffee or sun
beaming on a wooden porch.Or the distance
between you and I.And if that doesn’t burn you,
I don’t know what will.
"The truth is like a lion. You don’t have to defend it. Let it loose. It will defend itself."
- St. Augustine (354–430)
(Source: torrid-wind, via myownkindofcrazyy)
"Give up defining yourself - to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life."
- Eckhart Tolle (via euturpe)
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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
- Edvard Munch (via dulcetdecember)
(Source: artpedia, via liquidcocaine)
