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22. f. col, oh. "The thing is to love life, to love even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weighs you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, how can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face. no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.

[nevver]

Abandonment issues, Sakis Dazanis

[yama-bato]

Ferenc Berko, Chowpatty Beach, Bombay, 1945

[nevver]

Peanuts

[nevver]

Orange you glad

[bon----voyage]

[serious]

cold hard truth

[vanish]

[yama-bato]

Raoul Bussy

[yama-bato]

Etude de fougère

[insight-jd]

[wordsnquotes]

Be proud of your pain, for you are stronger than those with none.

Lois Lowry, Gathering Blue (via wordsnquotes)

[juliettetang]

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Leif Enger, Peace Like a River  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[nevver]

Highrise homes

[nevver]

Paper cut, Sonia Alins

[yama-bato]

Abstract Art in the Simple Leaf

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[nevver]

Sleeping is giving in, Daisuke Yokota