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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (via whimsybookowl)
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…
 Dr. SeussOh, The Places You’ll Go! (via whimsybookowl)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets (via whimsybookowl)

(Source: nataliedormier, via flairey)

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (via whimsybookowl)
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…
 Dr. SeussOh, The Places You’ll Go! (via whimsybookowl)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets (via whimsybookowl)
RE-READING AN OLD FAVORITE
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…"
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

About:

I became a butterfly of the night.
Shifting through the moonlight with its sheer velvet haunting music.

My strong understanding heart,
learnt how to wait as I rustled through the golden moon dust.

The wind dragging its dusty coat tails down the rugged midnight mountains rubbing the silk from my wings

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