February 2012
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Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
– Sigmund Freud (via mirroir)
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lungsattachedbywires:
“Buckled knees and whispering trees. Give me poems and a fistful of the sea.”
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I don’t know any more. I used to know, but I lost the knowledge a long time ago....
– J.D. Salinger, A Girl I Knew (via munstersandghosts)
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This is the sadness of the sea
waves like words, all broken
a sameness of...
– William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter (via lavandula)
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1612th:
texting me is like ordering something online because most likely you won’t hear back for 4-6 business days
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My soul
is an empty
carousel at
sunset
– Pablo Neruda (via mirroir)
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