Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.
—Ntozake Shange, Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo (via rabbitinthemoon)
Leave Your Lover
By Sam Smith
From In the Lonely Hour (Deluxe Version)
But then I met her, and she took much of what I was or believed and, putting her own stamp on it, handed it back to me as if I had never seen it before. Perhaps that is what love is — another’s desire to return you to yourself enhanced by their vision, graced by their handwriting.
Jonathan Carroll (via rachaelchenoweth)
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