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If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears.

- Audre Lorde (via observando)

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Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
- note to self  (via koreyan)

(Source: c0ntemplations)


Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out it was ourselves.
- Robert Frost. (via quotedojo)

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
- Aberjhani (via observando)

We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
- W.H. Auden (via observando)