August 2011
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“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via aeloquence)
“I don’t know what God is.
I don’t know what death is.
But I believe they have...”
– Mary Oliver, excerpts from “Sometimes” in Red Bird: Poems (via proustitute)
That moment when you really want to be friends...
fuck-yeah-tumblrs-best-posts:
needlebug:
BUT YOU’RE TOO DAMN SOCIALLY AWKWARD.
Submitted by meryldenieceuy
GPOfuckingY
