March 2012
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes...”
– Virginia Woolf (via misswallflower)
February 2012
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Unrequited Love Poem by Sierra DeMulder (via myprivateopera)
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“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...”
– John Steinbeck (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
I'm not even on drugs. I'm just weird. HHEEEEYYYY...
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“I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my...”
– Warsan Shire (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)