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...
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