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DEAR READER
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@ohmydeergirl
"Every book has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it."
- Carlos Ruiz Zafón "The Shadow of the Wind"
Rest in peace Carlos. 19 june 2020
Ada Limón, from Home Fires
Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released
Natalie Goldberg (via blua)
feelings are so dumb n scary like wow they can make you physically sick and actually make you hurt and they change so much and fuck up everyone around you and wow how do i turn this off
● vintage & indie blog ●
dont be embarrassed about something u enjoy ok
I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you
Nahilliam Truspear (via jasfuckinq)
Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my eyes but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.
Cala Macarella by sotomeior on Flickr.
My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am, and I do what I do. I expect nothing, and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
(via embrase)
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