thegirlthatcriesacademia:

I dreamt — marvelous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Antonio Machado, from “Last night, as I was sleeping,” Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, trans. Robert Bly (Wesleyan University Press, 1983)

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why do I have the crushing urge to ruin my life in the worst possible ways

thewildetyme:

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“I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.”

Michelle Williams


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