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(Source: gofuckingnuts)
"I wish to be Empress to all the people of Kei.” Her voice was loud and clear. “You need only look to Shoukou to see the fate of those who use their position to force their subjects to respect them and trample the rest under their feet. And the road taken by those who allow themselves to be so trampled should be clear as well. No man is anyone’s slave. No man is born to be a slave. Those who are oppressed yet do not yield; who face disasters yet do not break; who suffer injustice yet do not fear to answer injustice with justice; who are ruled by beasts yet do not fawn at their feet—these are the kinds of free people I wish the citizens of Kei to become. We are all the captains of our own souls. And that command begins with holding our heads high in the presence of others.”
She finished speaking and looked out over the audience of ministers, bureaucrats, and functionaries. “You have asked me down which path I wish to lead this kingdom. Have I given you a sufficient enough answer?” Only their eyes looked back at her. No voices responded. “By your assent, then, the act of kowtowing is hereby abolished. This I proclaim as my Inaugural Rescript!" A Thousand Leagues of Wind, the Sky at Dawn, Ono Fuyumi (translated by Eugene Woodbury)
(Source: jiggit) — You know what’s kind of beautiful?
(Source: timorleste)
"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."
Jaime Gil de Bieda (via nickelcobalt)
(Source: light-essence)
"And that is when I know… that is when I understand that it’s better to feel the ache inside me like demons scratching at my heart than it is to feel numb, the way a dead body feels when you touch it. It’s better to wait for the beautiful things… to stare at them for as long as they last… to hold on as tight as you can before they disappear. And it might hurt so bad inside… but it’s better to wait for the next beautiful thing than never look for any again."
Perfect World (Brian James)
"Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest." Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I (via erosboros)
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