there’s only one way i want to end this year and that’s drunk
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there’s only one way i want to end this year and that’s drunk
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Era dell'idea che dando un nome ai problemi, questi si sarebbero materializzati e non sarebbe più stato possibile ignorarli; invece, se si fossero mantenuti nel limbo delle parole non dette, avrebbero potuto scomparire da soli, col passare del tempo.
Isabel Allende, La casa degli spiriti (via fromwishestoeternity)
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…ah, you always go for the ones who don’t really want you.
Jack Kerouac, The Subterraneans (via imalicja)
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Natalia Vodianova by Peter Lindbergh for Esquire Russia, June 2015
I remember her. She was so beautiful, you cannot imagine. Her hair was the color of water in winter, and her bones were so delicate! She hardly had any breasts at all. When she danced, men killed themselves, knowing they would never gain see such beauty. She had four lovers in Kiev, but her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. We could all have taken lessons from her.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via dostevsky)