indigodreams: Ry Cooder Song: Houston in...
Send me the pillow, the one that you dream on, and I’ll send you mine.– Morrissey (via waitingforteaagain)
Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.– Alexander Solzhenitsyn (via ratak-monodosico)
Time stands still, yet everything turns to dust.– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via executions)
Old poetry - Through liminal doorways on into...
notatamedragon: These doorways through which we pass will not leave us unchanged They arise from mist, from the hardlight of blazing days And from the the dripping remainders of frozen nights And always we must pass there is no going around Only through through liminal doorways on into forever