The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Reverie (via creatingaquietmind)
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5 months ago
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Wonderful underwater photography by Dominique Saks.
Portfolio & the rest of the set: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dominicube/sets/72157621136039906/
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11 months ago
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how many loves float
before they are packed up by tide pool scientists
into typologies?
before they are packed up by tide pool scientists
into typologies?
5 months ago
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walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
