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— charles bukowski,from care
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yes, i was infatuated with you: i am still. no one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me…before i give my body, i must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams…"
— sylvia plath (via phanatic1981
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if i like you and you like someone else then wtf? ? ? ? ?
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dommmmm im sick :+( send me hugs pretty please?? xxxxx
awww of course :( and a hug is all you want? i could send some soup? hot chocolate? cuddles? a poorly handwritten letter in which i describe in detail my love for you? anything you ask, my dear…hope you feel better soon ♡
do you know, darling? when you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but if you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss."
— franz kafka, letters to milena
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heeeey, how do you feel about tfios and john green is general?? i didn't really see the appeal of tfios but idk, i wanna know if you liked it or not! :)
i have never read anything by john green, actually! :o my friend gave me the fault in our stars to read but i only got past the first thirty pages or so before i gave up…i thought it was too wordy. but apparently it gets very sad in the end, as i’ve heard </3 and i didn’t see the film because i saw maleficent instead…that was a really good one, just so you all know. i want angelina jolie to be the mother of my children ♥
i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become."
— andrea gibson, i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out
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dom, i noticed that you reblogged a quote from haruki murakami. What book have you read of him or do you plan to read?
i haven’t read anything by him in full yet :( i’ll probably start out with norwegian wood since i saw it in the library by my house. will let you know how i like it….xx.
i've been listening to john legend's new album on repeat for like 2 days and i have this majestic feeling of romance inside me now i can't explain. Did you know Legend isn't actually his last name? idk i was shocked. do you ever think about how crazy it is to have people be anonymous on here? like you have no idea who your anons are, they could be anyone in the world, anywhere in the world. maybe your old teacher is talking to you. maybe it's Liza Minelli. who knows? sorry it's late where I am<3
FIRST, CAN I JUST SAY, I FIND YOU TO BE VERY CUTE…endearing, adorable, you know. i smiled as i read this. i do think that anonymity is a strange thing, a stupid thing, and at the same time a beautiful thing. even though there are a lot of mean-spirited people in the world who use it for the wrong reasons, i do like it sometimes because i get to communicate with so many of you. and you (for the most part) never make me feel pressured or worried about anything…it’s like talking into a voice-mail, into a journal. whatever. i hope this doesn’t seem “dehumanizing” in anyway, haha—because of course i’m aware that you’re a person—but that’s kind of what anonymity is. sometimes i’m like WHOA, THIS IS CRAZY when i realize that every one of you that talks to me anonymously on here are real individuals, have your own lives, worries, joys…it’s really cool. :-) i’m flattered that you spend even a second on me. if you’re liza minelli: I ADORED YOU IN ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT. if you’re my old teacher: how’s rob doing? DOES HE STILL LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK? and if you’re alexa chung (shhh, let me have this one): i dreamt about you last week. it was wild and you were lots of fun. call me. xoxo.
i will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. i will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. i will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. i will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how i discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as i discover this, and no matter how i am discovered after what happens to me as i am discovering this."
— lemony snicket, the beatrice letters
don’t touch me. i’ve told you i’m yours, but don’t touch me […]"
— fyodor dostoevsky, from the brothers karamazov