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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a...
– Robert Frost (via littledroog)
When I buy a bag of air and the company is nice...
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So simple a phrase like, ‘maybe we should just be friends’ turns into a glass...
– Neil Gaiman (via loveyourchaos)
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I will spread myself like wings.
I am a billion tiny feathers.
You have no...
– Dave Eggers (via beautyisanillusion)
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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
– The Shortest Horror Story Ever by Frederic Brown (via uracontra)
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