“And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke free on the open sky.” — Pablo Neruda
0 notes
19 notes
1546 notes
26484 notes
117 notes
2943 notes
16661 notes
5939 notes
1721 notes
773 notes
802790 notes
591 notes
599 notes
