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September 22, 2014

Why do the dust particles that dance in the sunlight remind me of her?

I guess because beautiful things remind you of beautiful people. 

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Published on September 22, 2014 14:43

"Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made..."

“Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.”

- Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless 
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Published on September 22, 2014 14:30

"Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a..."

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

- Clarice Lispector, A Hora Da Estrela 
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Published on September 22, 2014 06:17

"We will love like dogwood.
Kiss like cranes.
Die like moths.
I promise."

“We will love like dogwood.

Kiss like cranes.

Die like moths.

I promise.”

- Larissa Shmailo, “Spring Vow”  (via spiderjerusalems)
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Published on September 22, 2014 04:31

September 21, 2014

A guy who curses is already disgusting let alone a girl. Get some class, my darling!

I am laughing so hard, gosh, what gutter did you crawl out of and can you crawl straight back into it? In the words of darling Fry “the sort of twee person who thinks swearing is in any way a sign of a lack of education or a lack of verbal interest is just a fucking lunatic.” So I raise my middle finger in salute to you, dear.

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Published on September 21, 2014 16:30

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Published on September 21, 2014 15:30

"Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate
with my bare hands.
One of the seeds
had a perfect
puncture
wound,..."

Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate

with my bare hands.

One of the seeds

had a perfect

puncture

wound, spitting red juice

up my arm.



For a moment,

I could understand

the grace in monsters.



- Benjamin Clime, “Pomegranate I.” (via oofpoetry)
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Published on September 21, 2014 15:23

"You will come away bruised.
You will come away bruised
but this will give you poetry."

“You will come away bruised.

You will come away bruised

but this will give you poetry.”

- Yrsa Daley-Ward, from “poetry,” bone 
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Published on September 21, 2014 15:18

September 20, 2014

"Maybe there’s something in all of this
I missed. But if it’s selfless
love you’re looking..."

“Maybe there’s something in all of this

I missed. But if it’s selfless

love you’re looking for,

you’ve got the wrong goddess.”

- Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War”  
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Published on September 20, 2014 04:42

September 19, 2014

I cried over ‘pretty’ tonight and I’m really fucking ashamed of myself. If I ever get teary over...

I cried over ‘pretty’ tonight and I’m really fucking ashamed of myself. If I ever get teary over something as inane and unimportant as being pretty then someone just come and smack me hard please

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Published on September 19, 2014 20:35

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