April 2011
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Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists...
– Portrait of a Lady T.S. Eliot (via junesoul)
On my wall, in my room.
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dear t.s. eliot,
ilikeyrshoes:
damn right April is the cruelest month.
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively...
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath (via mermaidsongs, awhitestraw) (via madelinereow) (via explodinglove) (via white-mage) (via brink0fdisaster)
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You are tired (I think)
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.
Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!)
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And I knock with a rose at the...
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When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a...
– Judith Butler, “Violence, Mourning, Politics” (via Andrew Sullivan)
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The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you...
– —Charles Bukowski (via shoesboozeandboyswtattoos)
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