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heartspokesperson:

by e.kristina
While they’re still alive, people can become ghosts.
—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via fleurlungs)
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
—Carl R. Rogers  (via rainonyourface)

(Source: oofpoetry)

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waaia:

I saw this street artist in Prague and his sketches of buildings were absolutely amazing! Unfortunantly the turists don’t buy these paintings which is why he’s forced to draw weird portraits. To the people that say street artists often don’t do a great job- the turists actually ask for it.

waaia:

I saw this street artist in Prague and his sketches of buildings were absolutely amazing! Unfortunantly the turists don’t buy these paintings which is why he’s forced to draw weird portraits. To the people that say street artists often don’t do a great job- the turists actually ask for it.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
—Franz Kafka (via fleurlungs)

(Source: thegirlandherbooks)

tanfasticc asks: God, your blog is absolutely heartbreaking, and that's a compliment! It made me think a lot xx

Thank you! This is really sweet, I think your blog is amazing so this means a lot. xx

Anonymous asks: What would you say to someone once you realized that you were in love with them?

alonesomes:

"I think I’ve been writing about you."

likeafieldmouse:

Claire - The Failure Keeps You Humble (2011)

likeafieldmouse:

Claire - The Failure Keeps You Humble (2011)

mesogeios:

This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

- Ian S. Thomas, I wrote this for you

In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, ‘I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.’
Linh Dinh, from “Poetry Sightings” (via twelvestepped)

(Source: mitochondria)

You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in somene else’s poison- thinking you can cure them by sharing it- you will instead store it within you.
—Michael Ondaatje, Caravaggio speaking to Hana in The English Patient (pg. 45)

(Source: vjoriqor)

posh-lost:

Pinching fingers

posh-lost:

Pinching fingers

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