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“When I wake up, I have to remember all over again that my dreams are not real and that reality is not a dream.”
— Cecelia Ahern, Thanks for the Memories
"I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy."
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  Pablo Neruda, “I Like For You To Be Still” (via atomiclanterns)

(via journalofanobody)


"

If I ever see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains

"
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  Charles Bukowski (via thehiddenabyss)

(via journalofanobody)


"Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much."
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  Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” (via fleurishes)

(Source: theparisreview.org, via journalofanobody)


"The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.”
― Epictetus"
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  (via journalofanobody)
"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."
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  Wasted, Marya Hornbacher (via girlinlondon)

(Source: theseliteraryquotes, via ocyrhoen)


palides: (by Carlotta Hunger)
"Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature."
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  Lynn Holland  (via ceyris)

(Source: seabois, via melody-of-violence)


bookmania: “As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Photo by Laura Encursiva)
Where the idea for Harry Potter actually came from, I really couldn’t tell you. I was traveling on a train between Manchester and London and it just popped into my head. I spent four hours thinking about what Hogwarts would be like – the most interesting train journey I’ve ever taken. By the time I got off at King’s Cross, many of the characters in the books had already been invented.
flipthroughit: my favorite book (by Astrid Prasetianti)

cumbersomemoments:

Sometimes I wish I were an elephant.