There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred In Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

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“I came from the sea and to the sea / I would return, to be immersed in her story, / ever lost and everlasting.”

— Nina Cassian, from Life Sentence; “Evolution” (via seaymphea)

She mistrusted reality. She understood infinity. She was weeping, weeping whole seas.

César Vallejo, tr. by Robert Bly, from “At the Border of a Flowering Grave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

by  Dave Fieldhouse

Royalty

A stag stands alone in the autumn mist.

Wildflowers by Graham Spencer // Mines of the West

I live for elegance, mystery and sophisticaton but I also live for rawness, audacious sense of living and passionate unrefinement of feeling

You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted.

T.S. Eliot, from ‘Preludes (III)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems (via soracities)

- nayyirah waheed