Dr. Elle, Her Celestial Majesty ✨👑🌌
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In my Court ye shall be Courtly I keep art, literature, music... 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 alive prone to write impromptu literature/poetry from time to time. I sign them — ER And have conversations with myself— you know, 'thoughts' but written :D *not USA citizen
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It's fine for them Samantha, but not for us... we're quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound. Our home has no boundaries through which we cannot pass- we live in music, in a flash of colour- we live on the wind, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳...

— Endora
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…and you can never know what was in my heart.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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And that alone would already be worth the journey.

— Paulo Coelho

img: The mouth of Krishna #147 — Albarrán Cabrera, 2013, toned gelatin silver print
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If what you found was made from pure matter, it will never spoil. And you can come back one day. If it was just one moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you will find nothing on your return. But you would have seen an explosion of light.
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that attribution may be incorrect, it may have been written by Anaïs Nin, which would not surprise me

too tired to go investigating
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You are not living on Earth. You are Earth.

— Aubrey Marcus
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A kiss can destroy a philosophy.

— Gabriel Marcel

img: The Light — Stefan Johansson, 1925
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To love is to be vulnerable.

— C.S. Lewis
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Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophical thought has done its best, the wonder remains.

— Alfred North Whitehead
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Why was I waiting for you? Hungering and thirsting for you in every cranny of my soul and even in my ribs?

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched […]

— Edgar Allan Poe, to Mrs. Maria Clemm, 7 July 1849
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And they see something divine in every other person and are endlessly, foolishly, incredibly merciful.

— John Ruskin