you can call me ron.
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And don’t think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous.
Rumi, from “Form Is Ecstatic” in The Soul of Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks (via litverve)
“The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience — Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual. Some lose both and become: accepted.”
Charles Bukowski (via efrafa)
“My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination.”
Sleep, Haruki Murakami (via fukwhore)
“Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?”
Charles D’Ambrosio (via rauchwolken)
“Absence, the highest form of presence.”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via gangrene)