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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

E.E. Cummings (via qvotable)

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I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a hundred years since we’ve met- it may be another hundred years before we meet again.

Edith Wharton // The Age of Innocence (via qvotable)

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We were the wrong age for love and yet it was all we could think about.

Brendan Cowell (via bnmxfld)

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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

W.B. Yeats // The Wanderings of Oisin (via qvotable)

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You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi // Reading Lolita in Tehran (via qvotable)

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New York on Pause. 3/18/2020.

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“She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.”

— Markus Zusak (via quotemadness)

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I began the slow and painful process of putting some distance between us. Because our relationship had been so tight, even the smallest change seemed drastic to us both.

Linda Gray Sexton, from “Searching For Mercy Street: A Journey Back To My Mother, Anne Sexton,” (via violentwavesofemotion)