February 2012
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I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my...
– Warsan Shire (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled...
– Deb Caletti
Anonymous asked: Oh my... you're really quite beautiful.
If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via hnuppi)
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paradoxicalsentiments:
“You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this...