Hello! Last night started raining and now It’s still going on.
Anyway… GOOD MORNING!
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"Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them.
All right, so we do the best we can.
Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned.
But that’s the result of a chance meeting too.
You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another."
All right, so we do the best we can.
Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned.
But that’s the result of a chance meeting too.
You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another."
— Charles Bukowski (via hopeinspiresme)
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“world of averages” - composite images culled from thousands of individual portraits resulting in symmetrical average faces.
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Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
"
He’s not a poet, but
I can tell from the way that he
traced the curve of my spine with his fingertips
that he thinks like one.
Because I could never fall in love with a man
who didn’t know
that the most tender thing
he could possibly do
was send me a poem by Baudelaire
and tell me, “I think you might possibly like this.”
Because fuck if that’s not one of my favorites.
And all I ever wanted was to fold myself into someone
who heralded unspoken thoughts and was a messenger
of words without words
of a kiss broken by silence,
of silence, broken by a kiss.
Because all of the men I’ve ever fallen for
weren’t really poets.
They just held secrets
like gold teeth in the back of their mouths,
and they just kissed me,
like I was the last poem in the world.
— 30, Shinji Moon (via fawun)
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"There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody."
— Augusten Burroughs (via thosewhowork)
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