gone.

sometimes, i say. it's only sometimes. no need to worry.

neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer

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Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

“You have a distinct sound,” he said, almost like a confession. “Sometimes you can hear waves crashing when you talk.”

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (2004).

Pork soda // Glass Animals

Details from paintings by Roberto Ferri, #2.

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Louise Glück, from “Twilight.”

Alan Watts

by newlegs

It is important to realize that your ability to love that person didn’t come from them, it came from within you. You were always a lover, already someone who could love deeply. Just because they are gone doesn’t mean that goes away. They didn’t give you the capacity to love, they just gave you a place to express it. Don’t give someone else the credit for how hard you could love, that was you and it still is.

@ werenotreallystrangers