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these are the things i will look back on in forty years

It is an easy mistake to think that non-talkers are non-feelers.
Wallace Stegner (via misswallflower)
when i am lonely for boys it’s their bodies i miss. i study their hands lifting the cigarettes … the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. looking at them sideways, i examine them in different lights. my love for them is visual; that is the part of them i would like to possess. don’t move, i think. stay like that. let me have that.
— margaret atwood. (via dreamnoises) (via libraryland)
In my dreams you’re alive and you’re crying
As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet
Rings of flowers around your eyes and I’ll love you
For the rest of your life.
— Neutral Milk Hotel - Two Headed Boy, Pt. 2 
Women are so useless and unimaginative, aren’t they? All they ever think of planting in the dirt is the seed of something beautiful or edible. The only missile they can ever think of throwing at anybody is a ball or a bridal bouquet.
Bluebeard, Kurt Vonnegut (via sarahnwrap)

(Source: sarahchute, via libraryland)

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via clavicola)

(Source: commovente, via iwantmybearsuit)

I’ve no wish to die old,” she said. “Let’s both die young and go to Heaven with our hands full of flowers.
— Honoréde Balzac  (via mariseviolet)

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