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You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment.

Rainer Maria Rilke - from You Who Never Arrived (via watchoutforintellect)

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Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”

Charles Bukowski

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I had words that I wished to say to you across the void.

Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via watchoutforintellect)

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“We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.”

Franz Kafka

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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you’ve felt that way

Charles Bukowski

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In the short hour we’ve spent in the pub rain has washed the street, made it new; let’s pretend that we are too.

Jessica Traynor - Dublin

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I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Arthur Miller, The Crucible (via wordsnquotes)

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I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

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And I know we never learned all our lessons, but we did learn some. We used to listen to nostalgic songs with nostalgic chord progressions, like this one. And we used to wonder And we used to wonder what would happen And we used to wonder what would happen to us And yes I did hear all about it. I got the invitation, it’s on my fridge, Beside the picture of you and your kids. You know I’d really love to come, I’d really love to see everyone. It’s been so long but By the time you read this

The Burning Hell - Grown-Ups

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Let's cook green!

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