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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
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Color Me Curious

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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if i look back, i am lost
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Pierce Brown, Morning Star
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“Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don’t know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year. At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown.”
— henry rollins
Haruki Murakami, “Sputnik Sweetheart”
“In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.”
— Haruki Murakami
mary oliver, staying alive