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it's funny how the words we never say can turn into the only thoughts we know
corsicans: 123/365 my fault (par humer us)

i never really liked

my name 

much

until i found out 

what it tastes like 

when you sigh it 

into my

mouth

(Source: oceanicforest, via leukocytes)

aseaofquotes: Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
corsicans: Today would be a lovely day to make a mistake. (par karahaupt)
“Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” by Charles Bukowski, from Women (via ethereally)

(via ethereally)

bigdumps: mor txt
“

five million
million names whispered to die in the silence —

listen:
there is nothing
there is only/the wind from the sea

” by Keri Hulme, excerpt from “Te rua haeroa o te tokotoru” (via atomiclanterns)

likeawritingdesk:

peach pit in my throat
every time i pass you on
the street (i hate this)

corsicans: 116/365 differences (par humer us)
vi-treous: 194/365
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