June 2012
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“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzergald neé Sayre, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzergald (via larmoyante)
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered, and she is not with me.
This is all.
In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul...
“Laughter is beautiful. Kindness is beautiful. Cellulite is beautiful. Softness...”
– Katherine Center (via welcome-back-belly)
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Tattoo
You held me, within your
dark and silent eyes
you asked with no words, no due,
I just bowed down for you
Haunting, the heat of your gaze,
you touched me, and I lost all resolve
taunt me, with the feel of your skin
I wear the touch of your fingertips like a tattoo
branded with your crown of thorns
lips run crimson from biting back pride
fallen from horse’s loft to bruised knees...
“Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.”
– Paulo Coelho (via cynicssayno)
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