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Writing is a struggle against silence.
-Carlos Fuentes (via aestheticintrovert)
08/22/14 -- 11:24 AM with 487 notes

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You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via wordsnquotes)
08/19/14 -- 4:39 PM with 684 notes

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Read J.K. Rowling's new Harry Potter story about a singing sorceress

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Excuse me?! Why isn’t J.K. new short story all over my tumblr yet?!

08/18/14 -- 7:30 PM with 455 notes

We, all who live, have
A life that is lived
And another life that is thought,
And the only life we have
It’s the one that is divided
In right or wrong.
-Fernando Pessoa (via hsaptus)
08/18/14 -- 5:38 PM with 308 notes

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I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.
-Jorge Luis Borges (via hsaptus)
08/18/14 -- 5:38 PM with 860 notes

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I’m in full rebellion against my own mind, that when I live, I live by impulse, by emotion, by white heat. […]
-Anaïs Nin (via hsaptus)
08/18/14 -- 5:37 PM with 9 notes

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Please take care of yourself; it would be good if we could be taking care of each other once again- it always created such a delightful confusion.
-Zelda to Scott, 1936 (via fitzgeraldquotes)
08/18/14 -- 5:37 PM with 245 notes

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08/18/14 -- 4:14 AM with 36,365 notes

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I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
-Charles Bukowski (via quotes-shape-us)
08/17/14 -- 6:13 PM with 510 notes

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and love is a word used
too much and
much
too soon.
-Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps (via wordsnquotes)
08/17/14 -- 3:43 PM with 2,396 notes

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