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Sep 15, 2014 / 1 note

"If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it."

Sep 15, 2014

Бях на самия връх на мойта младост.
Бях див, несъразмерен и красив.
Обичах те без милост аз - със ярост -
и се учудвам, че останах жив.

Бях млад, красив и неправдоподобен.
Как падах аз над тъмния ти глас.
Виновен съм - от твоя скръбен спомен
не справедливост - милост искам аз.

И пак сънувам оня светъл хаос…
(Не подозирах, а съм бил щастлив.)
Обичах те без милост аз - със ярост.
И съжалявам, че останах жив.

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
She was always holding my hand  (via v-ogued)

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Sep 10, 2014
It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.
Hugh Laurie (via larmoyante)

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Sep 10, 2014 / 33,764 notes
Sep 10, 2014

“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”

― Roberto Bolaño