(Source: woman-taken-by-the-wind, via theenchantedcove)
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(Source: theworldthinspiresme)
Sonnet #116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare
(Source: vaudevillevampire)
(Source: lacedheartt, via theenchantedcove)
My Recurring Nightmare
I had a nightmare. That same one that repeats every now and then.
I am running from someone evil, for what seems like an eternity. I’m not even sure where I am. All I know is that it’s dark, and it feels like the world is closing in.
I run into an abandoned house, and find a creaky circular staircase heading down to a basement. There are no stairs going up, only down.
I run down, down, down the stairs. Never moving fast enough, forced slow motion the way it always is in dreams. My unidentified pursuer always just nipping at my heels.
When I reach the bottom, there is only a small landing space and a rusty orange door leading to a room. I hide inside the room and lock the door, thinking I’m safe in this locked space.
But then I look up, and realize that the room has very high stone walls and no ceiling. My eyes follow the openness all the way to the top of the circular stairs. And standing there at the top is my smiling captor. I have run right into his trap.
Then I wake up. Always immediately after the capture.
Shadows of dreams on the wall.
Which fairy tale will exist at the end of the forest road?
(Source: woman-taken-by-the-wind, via theenchantedcove)
