When The Sun Goes Down

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eastcoastconstraints:

7:00pm apartment lighting

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prinsipemo:

"I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling."

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart




text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin
But I miss you to the point of anguish. I’d like to see you and have you to myself — just to myself — for a long, long while.
written by Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write.
written by E.E Cummings (via soulsscrawl)

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Aleksandra, 16, from Poland.
Photography, literature, art.

“Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.” ―John Green

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