February 2012
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“But no one came. Because no one ever does.”
– Thomas Hardy (via misswallflower)
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“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way...”
– Sylvia Plath (via moonbrains)
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“Great writers, I discovered, were not to be bowed down before and worshipped,...”
– Stephen Fry (via meiringens)
I want to paint.
God I am so fucking horny, I might get off from rubbing my legs together.
Dwelling
As though touching her might make him known to himself as though his hand moving over her body might find who he is, as though he lay inside her, a country his hand’s traveling uncovered as though such a country arose continually up out of her to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth. And the places on her body have no names. And she is what’s immense about the night. And their clothes...
