Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air. Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)

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My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time. Jonathan Carroll   (via ihatenietzsche)

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If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life. Charles Bukowski (via diablosita)

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