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" You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t fucking breathe. "

- Friday, May 2nd, 2014  (via thenocturnals)

" There was snow — do you remember?
It was many years ago
And we were young, and a star moved through the sky…
The air was cold, and over the hill Came voices, faint and high;
And we sang too, there warm by the fire—
I can hear the laughter still—
All together, giving, glad
And never forgetting why.
That was a time, when we were young
And the world’s bright star came by…
Tell me, do you remember?
It was many years ago
But you still may hear the singing, if you try.
"

" I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain…
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.
"

- Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Typewriter Series #87

" Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness "

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky

" When I die, don’t come, I wouldn’t want a leaf
to turn away from the sun -it loves it there.
There’s nothing so spiritual about being happy
but you can’t miss a day of it, because it doesn’t last.
"

- Frank O’Hara

" I want to write something
so simply
about love
or about pain
that even
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think—
no, you will realize—
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words,
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your heart
had been saying.
"

- Mary Oliver, “I Want to Write Something So Simply” (via larmoyante)

" You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?

"

- Anne Carson, excerpt from “The Glass Essay” (via fondforyou)

(Source: larmoyante)

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Freedom (by Peter From)
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