February 2012
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It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
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– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via tokiwoki)
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It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that...
– Miranda July, Something That Needs Nothing (via knockturn)
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