February 2011
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“Wake butterfly -
It’s late, we’ve miles
to go together…”
– Bashō Matsuo (via casinegro) (via ontheborderland, melancholynotes) (via the4amcook)
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“For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand...”
– —Yeats, William Butler. (1889). “The Stolen Child.” The Wanderings of Oisin, and other poems (1 ed.). London: Kegan Paul & Co. (via tomfury)
Artemis: Yeats. :)
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“It must be those brief moments
when nothing has happened - nor is going to. Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days. There, sometimes, you meet your own heart like someone you’ve never known.”
-Hans Børli
