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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
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monachopsis

n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.

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“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it.”

—Charles Bukowski

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The best thing about you, was me.
by Lie To The Truth, The Young Veins. (via fatifer)

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She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.
by Jean Rhys (via pomeray)

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I imagine you working on me as an algebra problem, reducing me to fractions, crossing out common denominators, until there’s nothing left on the page but a line that says x = whatever it is that is wrong with me.
by Patricia McCormick, Cut (via froideurs)

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when I met you,
flowers started growing
in the darkest parts of my mind

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There are people who cannot resist the desire to get into a cage with wild beasts and be mangled.
by Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer  (via brutalite)

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Find me now. Before someone else does.
by Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via jongy)

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Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
by Kurt Vonnegut (via juliafae)

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It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful.
by Anton LaVey (via are-you—watching-closely)

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A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
by Roald Dahl  (via honies)

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She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.
by Henry James  (via froideurs)

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I don’t want to turn any of this into poetry
but
you’re so beautiful
flowers turn their heads to smell you.
by Shane Koyczan, Visiting Hours (via ohfairies)

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A million years of evolution and what are we? Animals.
by Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via dwales)

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