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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via faeriepetals)
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There is poetry written along your cheekbones and songs being sung through your veins. If you open your eyes, you can see that there is a sunrise-promise rising along our horizon, the whispering of something dangerously beautiful.
— Megan Madgwick (via areverist)
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