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lifeinpoetry

Piano, […] I am filled with the sound / of my lover’s breathing and only you can bring it out of me.

Terrance Hayes, from “The Rose Has Teeth,” How to Be Drawn (via lifeinpoetry)

rosewong

Took the opportunity to practice location drawing when I was summoned for jury duty ~

planhty-deactivated20220815

i like dis

florizels

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.

Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight (via mythaelogy)

itsbyrosie

me rn

orwell

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.

Alain de Botton (via xwg)

rawforthesoul

watchoutforintellect

I reach out in love, my hands are guns, my good intentions are completely lethal.

Margaret Atwood - from It Is Dangerous To Read Newspapers (via watchoutforintellect)

4got2reply

quotemadness

There’s something to be said for writing in the morning. At other points in the day you’re a bit more defensive.

Alex Turner (via dieworten)

ink-pedia

Daria Stahp

macrolit

She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera (via macrolit)

lapetitefillesexuelle

420brayfucks

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips. ‘She looks nice today,’ I’d think, but somehow it wouldn’t occur to me to say it out loud.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via 420brayfucks)