Jasmine. NYC. Working on my MSW. Cis. Dominican-American. Poetic.

I think much of people's ruin and undoing stems from their fear of death. We are all INFINITE beings of ENERGY and LIGHT. Death is just a bridge towards eternity.
Our shared story is that we are born, we die, and then our souls and body remains, revive other forms of life, and are perpetually entangled in the miracle that is life and energy. If we accept that this transcendental, mysterious, and limitless existence is our story, instead of a linear,ego-centric narrative, we will never feel lost.

"I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year."

Edna St. Vincent Millay (via quotes-shape-us)

"I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one."

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Afternoon On A Hill (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Lament”

"You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that."

Edna St. Vincent Millay (via debourbon)
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James Dean photographed by Sanford Roth, 1955
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Jean Paul Sartre