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tumblr is the only place that im honest, how do you tell your instagram followers that you just saw a bird that changed your life? they are soulless on that app, they dont give a fuck

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— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)

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art as a confession James Baldwin (The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman), Albert Camus (Notebooks, 1935-1942)

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i worship your name like a favourite song i like to play. i smell your perfume like i smell the scent of the wind and sea, which reminds me the old gods we like to believe. this wild heart only rest on yours. you're my small piece of heaven on earth, my calmness even when life is a tornado.

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Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet featured in The Selected Letters of Gustave Flaubert

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Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

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Boris Pasternak, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Letters, Summer 1926

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Sylvie Le Bon-de Beauvoir quoted in Simone de Beauvoir: A Biography

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all my orbits leads to you, since the beggining. when this material body, made of old flesh and blood, with all chemycals involved and the mysteries of soul rest, before my heart stops beating and my eyes close for the last time, doomed by the darkness. i wanna see you. i wanna grab your old skin and think about the youth we spent together, until my last breath.

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Tired, Langston Hughes