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If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.

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(via saint)




Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you’ll see the world
If I’m not mistaken…

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure…

Face your life
Its pain,
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.

Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (via observando)

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