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And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via creatingaquietmind)

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We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via observando)

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Summer night—
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

Kobayashi Issa (via observando)

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illaqueated:

This hits me hard

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euo:

Tracey Emin
Get Out From Living Inside Of Me

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[The vast, circumambient atmosphere
Allows me but ninety cubic centimeters
Of its billions of gallons and miles of sky.]
I inhale it anyway,
Knowing that it will hurt
In the weary ends of my crumpled paper bag lungs.

Mark O’Brien, from “Breathing” (via the-final-sentence)

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Title: to be alone with you Artist: sufjan stevens 76,209 plays

I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you

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He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.

I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in betweens.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives.  (via wordsnquotes)

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