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I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.Charles Bukowski (via 13neighbors)
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Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (via sadlolita)
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Posted: August 7th 2012
i was born to die
I can’t believe it’s come to this. After everything, this is what comes to? After all that? And you give me that? I can be a coward, but you are far more so. I can’t believe this
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