February 2012
Staring into someone’s eyes for a long time is psychic. At first it’s very...
– Steve Abbott, The Lizard Club (via elige)
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She had been born of the sea. Her fingernails were as glistening and uneven as...
– Unknown (via songofiaras)
It seemed to her now that she wanted many more things than the love of one human...
– Virginia Woolf,The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs...
– Alice Hoffman (via waitingforteaagain)
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Don’t let me get sappy on you, but when you get right down to it, every...
– Out of Oz, Gregory Maguire (via booklit)
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Every Day You Play (Pablo Neruda)
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neonautomaton:
Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?...
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Since valentines is coming up, Reblog if you want...