Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would
it not grieve a woman to be overmaster’d with a piece of valiant
dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl?"
— Much Ado About Nothing, William Shakespeare
"I Am Mountain"
I am mountain, I am dust
Constellations made of us
There’s glory in the dirt
The universe within the sand
Eternity within a man
We are ocean, we are mist
Brilliant fools who ruled and kiss
There’s beauty in the dirt
Wandering in skin and soul
Searching, longing for a whole
— (via jesseinreallife)