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Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget — we will return.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via bookmania)

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Pay attention to whom your energy increases and decreases around, because that’s the universe giving you a hint of who you should embrace or stray from.

(via youngfolksociety)

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My parents after their 2nd date in 1982 when my dad was a year younger than I am now

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White man no call himself immigrant. White man steal land, call himself discoverer. White man kill people, call himself liberator. Coloured man steal bread, get punished. Coloured man kill people, coloured man lose life. Coloured man immigrant. White man no call himself immigrant. Came on same boat.

Nav K, By Bodies of Water (via navk)

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She Walks in Beauty

George Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824

I.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

II.

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

III.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!