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ยซ charlie !! โ irl vampire ; ave lucifer ยป
future mortician / hospital volunteer
kafka enthusiast / tired college student
i <3 radiohead
ยซ 17 books read ยป
ยซ 2nd semester of college 50% ยป
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via @jacubesilvora #and what if the ghosts that haunt us are kind
i just found that gerard quote about joan of arc again why does he sound literally insane ๐ญ๐ญ
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This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summerโs last stand.
Sara Baume,ย A Line Made By Walking
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
โLove is an organic thing. It rots and softens.โ
Words by Clementine Von Radics
It makes no difference who held back from who
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926
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Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
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