"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke


i really never want to eat again.

"If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die."

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"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi