February 2012
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via nirvikalpa)
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This morning, with her, having coffee.
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via liveandletlive)
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I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day.
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via adjectival)
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
– Albert Camus (via misswallflower)
She’s beautiful,
but burn all the maps
to your body.
I’m not here
of my own...
– Excerpt “The Double-Bed Dream Gallows,” Richard Brautigan (via clavicola)