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"I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when you say
you love me. The words, like moist fingers,
appear before me full of promise but then run away
to a narrow black room that is always dark,
where they are silent, elegant, like antique gold,
devouring the thing I feel. I want the force
of attraction to crush the force of repulsion
and my inner and outer worlds to pierce
one another, like a horse whipped by a man.
I don’t want words to sever me from reality.
I don’t want to need them. I want nothing
to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom,
or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond,
or the sound of water poured into a bowl."
Henri Cole, “Gravity and Center,” Blackbird and Wolf (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2007)
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Pablo Picasso, Nude, 1931


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"Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care."
— Matty Healy (the 1975)
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THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TUMBLR POST EVER.

This. Is. Incredible.
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"You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up."
Pat ConroyThe Prince of Tides (via feellng)
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THE IMPORTANCE OF EACH OTHER (2014)
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"When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?"
— (via reenamia)
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