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(via allwehaveisheart)
aegissi:
I have to admit. I am not living la vida loca
(via theflawinmyc0de)
(via fromthehartofmybottom)
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duelwieldingraccoon:
brain empty
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remanence-of-love:
liriostigre:
Alejandra Pizarnik, “Memories of the Little House of Song.” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962- 1972
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neverneverland:
“I had only one desire: to leave, to walk, to die, whatever. I wanted to get away, never come back, disappear, melt away into the forest, the clouds, no longer have memories, forget, forget.” — Ágota Kristóf, Yesterday
“I had only one desire: to leave, to walk, to die, whatever. I wanted to get away, never come back, disappear, melt away into the forest, the clouds, no longer have memories, forget, forget.”
— Ágota Kristóf, Yesterday
