January 2012
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“(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of...”
– “The Uses of Sorrow,” Mary Oliver (via nocternity)
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What happens if you fall in love with a writer? →
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...
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“There is a desert on the moon where the dreamer sinks so deeply into the ground...”
– Man and His Symbols, Jung (via amphiptere)
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“Towards darkness, the one to appear before him is Sakura. She confesses to him...”
– (Uchiha Sasuke’s profile, DataBook II)
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