November 2011
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If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark...
– The Cinnamon Peeler, Michael Ondaatje (via clavicola)
October 2011
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You have with you the book you were reading in the cafe, which you are eager to...
– Italo Calvino (via clavicola)
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It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
– Vladimir Nobokov, Lolita
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And I, remembering your face in the dark, with the equal measured light from the...
– Sylvia Plath (via arielj-)
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He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess...
– Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat (via uponswallows)
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The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the...
– I Wrote This for You
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Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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And that’s what it feels like, love, when it’s not with you, when they look at someone else like they’re seeing the moon or the ocean for the first time, it feels like someone’s lit the edges of your body on fire and it isn’t with longing or desire and every time you swallow you feel it there like a sore throat with no hope of being soothed by an antibiotic. No,...
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arielj-:
Before I sleep tonight I’ll wish on stars
that you’ll sneak into my dreams and wind
your name around my bones so tightly that when
I awaken you’ll forever be a part of me.
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Why do I think October is beautiful?
It is not, is not beautiful.
But then...
– Bill Berkson, October
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i have a dove chocolate bar and peppermint bark for later and debussy’s reverie is playing softly and my window is open and it smells like leaves and nothing is better than this no sir
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Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
– Jorge Luis Borges (via ungathering)
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I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...
– Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)