I’ve had enough of sleepless nights, Of my unspoken grief, of my tired wisdom....– Rumi (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.– Carl Jung (via nirvikalpa)
the child with the tear-aged face
foppmonster: “Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottos on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the...