Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices. — Pearl Cleage (via lovemagicandrevolution)
And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.
Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand. — Thomas James, from “Tom O’ Bedlam among the Sunflowers” (via awritersruminations)
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take a moment to realize you have never seen your face in person, just reflections and pictures