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“Honey, my earth is merciful. You understand? / I call you mine not as ownership but because / you are a part of me.”
— Nikki Wallschlaeger, from “Anti Elegy,” published in The Offing (via poutypetunia)
“Absence, the highest form of presence.”
— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via luxisdying)
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“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.”
― Rowland E. Robinson
I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.
(via lavishlxve)
And what’s the use of talking, if you already know that others don’t feel what you feel?
Louise Bourgeois, Destruction of the Father / Reconstruction of the Father: Writings and Interviews, 1923-1997 (via tremendousandsonorouswords)
At the end of the day, the only questions I will ask myself are… Did I love enough? Did I laugh enough? Did I make a difference?
Katrina Mayer (via amargedom)
A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You (via internetcrisis)