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Sometimes my ribcage holds rotten air and dead dreams, but mostly, it weighs of nothingness.

#06, february 21st, ‘17. (via kocshei)

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“It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”

— E.M. Forster, from A Room with a View (Penguin Essentials, 2011)

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“But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.”

— Albert Camus, from The Fall (Vintage Books, 1957)

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I miss you more than I remember you.

Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)

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“I have had days stare back at me as if to say, let’s see who will darken first.”

— William Olsen, from “The Day After the Day of the Dead,” Field Guide to Prose Poetry: Contemporary Poets in Discussion and Practice, ed. Gary L. McDowell and F. Daniel Rzicznek (Rose Metal Press, 2010)

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There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Haruki Murakami (via goodreadss)

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