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Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.
Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)
coffeenuts:

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coffeenuts:

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"너로된 이불, Blanket of you" 2009

I am having these odd dreams where I cut out my heart
and nail it to the door as a warning. Maybe because
he did not mean his kisses. Or because the price of milk
is rising and mothers cannot afford to feed their children.
Or maybe it is because I walk behind couples
who are clearly not couples anymore. Their swinging hands.
How tender their want is, like a cut that is half-healed.
I haggle over pennies with the cab driver and kiss
strange boys with big hands. I do not like going to the
laundromat and had to wear my little black dress to a dentist
appointment last week. I sit on the bus and try to find
a love poem in everything. Maybe this is hope.
Kristina Haynes, “A Reminder Not to Bother You at Work” (via fleurishes)
Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us, we can cope with that. We can do this together you and I.
Cecil Baldwin, Welcome to Night Vale. (via mirroir)
romandesotomayor:

Andrew Cranston

romandesotomayor:

Andrew Cranston

Man does not possess creative powers, he is possessed by them.
Carl Gustav Jung (via heartbloodspirit)
inneroptics:

Borksa

inneroptics:

Borksa

I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
Emery Allen (via lovespulse)