Books and Beauty

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.

Chinese Proverb (via ruineshumaines)

(Source: ruineshumaines, via etheleato)

I sat there singing her
Songs in the dark.

She said,
I do not understand
The words.

I said,
There are
No words.

Langston Hughes, “Songs”

With thanks to yesyes

(via growing-orbits)

(via growing-orbits)

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Charles Bukowski

via the-anastasia * ottawaquin (via frenchtwist)

(via yama-bato)

Погледај во овие раце —
два огна,
две реки
темно чекање.
Погледај во овие дланки —
две полиња,
две суши
глуво лелекање.
Патував долго, патував цела вечност
од тебе до мојата небиднина.

Look at these hands -
two fires,
two rivers
dark waiting.
Look at these palms -
two fields,
two droughts
deaf whining.
I traveled long, I traveled forever
from you to my nothingness.

—Ацо Шопов, Небиднина (via our-rights-our-wrongs)


- Ted Hughes, Collected Plays for Children (“Orpheus,” 1971)


- Ted Hughes, Collected Plays for Children (“Orpheus,” 1971)