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Sonnet XVII
“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love...
So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the...
– Jon Krakauer (via photographic-energy)
Profound.
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...
– Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You (via gildings)