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wonderingrocks:

Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer

(Source: aseaofquotes)

"I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all."
---------------- Derrick Brown, Love Language (via weaverofstars)

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"The heart is extremely fertile soil. Whatever is planted there, good or bad, will take root and grow."
---------------- Abdul Nasir Jangda (via hearthirst)

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"The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm."
---------------- Alfred, Lord Tennyson (via feuille-d-automne)

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"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."
---------------- Edgar Allan Poe    (via nofatnowhip)

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"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."
---------------- Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via c-ovet)

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unironicgoth:

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees 

(via livelysoulmeetsbody)

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"Dreams flooded over me; I lay weary and hopeless in my bed."
---------------- Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919)

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"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition."
---------------- Martha Washington (via ohfairies)

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"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too."
---------------- Henry Rollins  (via strangefatality)

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"Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body."
---------------- Anne Michaels, “The Winter Vault” (via pigmenting)

(via s-eye-lence)

"It feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears. And, at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer. And then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone. And I am crying, and nobody can hear me because I am terribly, terribly, terribly alone."
---------------- Michael Scott, Grief Counseling (via venetians)

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Sad Farewell by Duane Michals, 1968

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