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palaisgirl:

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Jeff Buckley “I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby (If We Wanted To Be)”

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metamorphesque:

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— Maggie Nelson, Bluets   

[text ID: And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?]

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metamorphesque:

A man should smell better than his country—
such is the silence
of a woman who speaks against silence, knowing 
silence moves us to speak.

Ilya Kaminsky, “While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses”

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metamorphesque:
“ — Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
“[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]
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metamorphesque:

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra 

[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]

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nemfrog:

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Dandelions and insects. Child-library readers. Book 3. 1923.

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itssomayaa:

“I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939

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