February 2012
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candlejack:
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there for ever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, don’t you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via lavandula)
Take me down to the paradise city where the grass...
“It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via englishpearl)
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I think I gave all my love away to everyone around me, and saved none for my own arms and legs and tummy and hips, and none for my own ragged heart.
