"I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable."
— Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky (via silence-des-etoiles)
(Source: civismundisum, via wadulisiwoman)
"Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. You think the shadow is the substance."
— Rumi (via yeshecholwa)
I seriously needed some retail therapy. I went ahead and ordered Honey Swamp.