The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you become new...– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“Art is not a matter of life and death. It's much...
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to...– Warsan Shire (via amor-omnibus)