percshelly:

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soracities:

somedaybyallmeans:

latibule-e:

— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

— Jane Austen

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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wordwizards:

new tumblr people if you have a blank blog and you only like stuff but never reblog anything people are going to assume you’re not a real person and block you

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yms1:

do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me

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moonachilles:

i think of the sun and moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and always miss one another.

But once in a while they do catch up, they kiss and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.

-unknown

tayx2:

pachucocholosychundos:

“Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.”

— Rudy Akbarian

Exactly this.

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