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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
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Sometimes I’m afraid to go to sleep because of what I’m leaving behind.
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (via larmoyante)
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Detail of A Calm at a Mediterranean Port by Claude-Joseph Vernet, 1770.
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I placed a few nouns
I placed a few nouns
in beautiful cages
then let them out.
Matthew Zapruder, “Poem for Japan” (via larmoyante)
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He was born defeated, I think.
Six-Word Story 8 (via eluviese)
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My gerbil puppies are getting big and fluuffy.
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