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I LOVE MUMFORD AND SONS BUT EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT THIS TWEET WAS PRETTY CLEVER

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I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via thelovejournals)

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If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.

W. H. Auden (via observando)

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Funeral Blues

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks; cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone; Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin; let the mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning, overhead, Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead; Put crepe bows ‘round the white necks of the public doves; Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I though that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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And I wonder what it says about me that I am still able to love despite being broken over and over again.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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