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unterihremkissen
2 days ago on May 18, 2013 at 01:12pm
I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain.
Tablo (via weaverofstars)
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2 days ago on May 18, 2013 at 01:16pm
And this is how we danced: with our mothers’
white dresses spilling from our feet, late August
turning our hands dark red. And this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers
sweeping though my hair—my hair a wildfire.
We covered our ears and your father’s tantrum turned
into heartbeats. When our lips touched the day closed
into a coffin. In the museum of the heart
there are two headless people building a burning house.
There was always the shotgun above the fireplace.
Always another hour to kill—only to beg some god
to give it back. If not the attic, the car. If not the car,
the dream. If not the boy, his clothes. If not alive,
put down the phone. Because the year is a distance
we’ve traveled in circles. Which is to say: this is how
we danced: alone in sleeping bodies. Which is to say:
This is how we loved: a knife on the tongue turning
into a tongue.
Ocean Vuong, “Home Wrecker” (via weaverofstars)
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pigmenting
4 days ago on May 16, 2013 at 08:25pm
The garden of Claude Monet, Clos Normand, Giverny. Photo by Amber Maitrejean
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4 days ago on May 16, 2013 at 08:17pm
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Submitted by kathatesmondays.
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aseaofquotes
5 days ago on May 15, 2013 at 05:24pm
I’ve been laughing at this for 50 years
each note is another year i will be laughing at this
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1 week ago on May 13, 2013 at 10:04pm
It is useless to try to make peace with ourselves by being pleased with everything we have done. In order to settle down in the quiet of our own being we must learn to be detached from the results of our own activity. We must withdraw ourselves, to some extent, from effects that are beyond our control and be content with the good will and the work that are the quiet expression of our inner life. We must be content to live without watching ourselves live, to work without expecting an immediate reward, to love without an instantaneous satisfaction, and to exist without any special recognition.
thomas merton (via redwoodcollective)
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1 week ago on May 13, 2013 at 10:27am
La tour eiffel sous la neige (by . ADRIEN .)
1 week ago on May 12, 2013 at 01:16pm
Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.
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1 week ago on May 12, 2013 at 11:00am
