I dreamt that I could paint you with words, but there were no colors bright enough, black or white enough, blue or green enough…they didn’t mean enough.
Mos Def  (via catfka)

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Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
Rumi (via abasa)

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I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman; Haruki Murakami  (via floriental)

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