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time is an invention of people incapable of loving
How could I write poetry about the boy who’s walking, breathing poetry?

Nadja Auerman by Helmut Newton, Berlin 1994.

Nobody wanted your dance,
Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering
Drowning life and your effort to save yourself,
Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,
Looking for something to give. Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters (via observando)
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra (via dehanginggarden)

(Source: dearscience, via primordial-nyx)

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse (via observando)

  1. Me, Myself and I