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"You don't have to believe me. It's all right if you don't. The beauty of the truth is that it need not be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is, I have seen it, and someday you will, too ( Read more... )

ohmygodimightnotsurvivethisi'msoclosebutnoi'mnottheresnotwaytobullshitthispaperanyfurther

how to make love to music. how to make love to silence. how to make love to city noises. how to make love to bedsheets. pillows. how to make love to hot running water. how to make love to breathing. how to make love to words. how to make love to speaking them. how to make love to movement. how to make love to laughing very hard. how to make love to ( Read more... )

“I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches of sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space."

i am not comfortable at all

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sono triste
fumo le sigarette molto e mangio troppo
perché ho mancato qualcosa per un molto tempo

i'll write down the words you speak in your sleep and
hide them in the places you'll never think to look


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my night with the prostitute from Marseilles- Beirut ( Read more... )