May 2013
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I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via seols)
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We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and...
– Orson Welles (via biwwfy)
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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via 13neighbors)
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“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
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… and we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care
about anything …
– Charles Bukowski (via veg-pits)
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A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
– Robert Frost (via celestas)