I searched
for a metaphor
to describe you,

but that would
be like admiring
a street corner
when there is
an entire city to
absorb in wonder.
Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

Sep 17 21:40 with 124 notes


Be the kind of beautiful
that even blind men speak about.
For true beauty is that which
stems from the heart,
and blossoms on the lips.

Sep 17 21:39 with 271 notes


He said I had
a wildness in my eyes
he could not forget
and the spirit of a huntress
with an insatiable unrest.

Each night under the sky’s
coruscating expanse,
I would recite poetry about omens
and the plight of humans
on this game of chance.

Sep 17 21:38 with 64 notes
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