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yours is the music for no instrument
yours the preposterous colour unbeheld

—mine the unbought contemptuous intent
till this our felsh merely shall be excelled
by speaking flower
(if I have made songs

it does not greatly matter to the sun,
nor will rain care
cautiously who prolongs
unserious twilight)Shadows have begun

the hair’s worm huge,ecstatic,rathe….

yours are the poems i do not write.

In this at least we have got a bulge on death,
silence,and the keenly musical light

of sudden nothing….la bocca mia “he
kissed wholly trembling”

or so thought the lady.

— Sonnets - Actualities VII, e.e.cummings

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'everyone is a lady' au → the hunger games {cast list}

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There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything

Luna Adriana (via suspend)

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― Liv & Ingmar (2012)"…and that’s a good lesson to learn in life. Let go.”

anamorphosis-and-isolate:

― Liv & Ingmar (2012)
"…and that’s a good lesson to learn in life. Let go.

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Why do I think of you so incessantly, see you so clearly the moment I’m in the least discomfort?

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via violentwavesofemotion)

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disappearing 

rubyetc:

disappearing 

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Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am” (via contramonte)

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See, that’s the thing about love. When you love someone, I mean really love someone, it’s unconditional. You can’t ever expect anything back. You give because that’s what you have to do. And you don’t expect to hear somebody say thanks. But a part of you needs to hear the other person say thanks. And when that part comes out, you feel like a fraud, like you’re being selfish. That’s why you don’t think you’re a hero. Because heroes aren’t supposed to be selfish. The more you love, the more you give; the more you give, the more you need; and the more you need, the more you hate yourself for needing.

— Midnight Nation by J. Michael Straczynski (via thechocolatebrigade)

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29 de septiembre 1964
¡50 aniversario de Mafalda!

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29 de septiembre 1964
¡50 aniversario de Mafalda!

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¡Feliz cumpleaños a Mafalda!

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¡Feliz cumpleaños a Mafalda!

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