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englishsnow:

by M. Klasan

(via englishsnow)

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via perfect)

(via langleav)

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via larmoyante)

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englishsnow:

Ekaterina Pronina

(via englishsnow)

I hear a small voice
in the back of my mind
and it is chanting a prayer:
‘Please don’t fall in love again,
please don’t fall in love again.’
Maybe this time I will listen.
Maybe this I will learn.

Tina TranSong for the reckless (via larmoyante)

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englishsnow:

 holding onto gravity

Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.

Jane Smiley, Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Novel (via larmoyante)

I often wonder
if I ever cross your mind
around the same time
you’re crossing mine
and if we just keep
missing each other
on the way out.

Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

Gail Levin, Edward Hopper: An Intimate Biography (via larmoyante)

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