A Dreamer's Thoughts
Mindless dreamer steering its corpse through the landmine x Arab raised on foreign soil x Poet of all shapes and writer in the breaking x the clockwork of thought that is my head. -Rifah
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Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can’t explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can’t understand it at all any longer.
Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lovemeange)

A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn’t it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?
—Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via petrichour)

(via petrichour)

the dead will bathe in a stream of molten
metal to acquire new skin that is both sinless
and free of taint.
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