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"We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 14:08:42 +0800

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We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could never let her touch me. She couldn’t have extracted my soul from all the places it was hiding. That’s okay. We were what we were, when we needed it.

She was out on my balcony, late one night. I was in the kitchen, when I sensed a change in energy. I walked out onto the balcony to find her sitting with a cigarette in her fingers, trembling with tears streaming down her cheeks.

I sat down in front of her, and said gently, “Come here, sweetheart.” She slid into my lap, and sobbed into my shoulder. I remember the exact feeling of her back beneath my fingertips, as I ran my fingers up and down her spine. My god, I held her, and for the first time in so long, I felt something in my heart that resembled softness. It was a heartbreaking, heartmaking feeling.

She melted my permafrost in that moment. I cared. Suddenly, I could feel tenderness again. That was a frozen ocean melting and surging to meet her. I owe my change in seasons to her. My summer finally returned.

”

- C; How Do You Take Your Coffee? (series)

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lifestyleoftheunemployed: Lifestyle of the Unemployed

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:36:29 +0800

lifestyleoftheunemployed:

Lifestyle of the Unemployed

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weedalici0us: you are my hero♥

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:59:46 +0800

weedalici0us:

you are my hero♥

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Just a Perspective: I love the smell of new book. The scent gets on your hands, kind of...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:38:04 +0800

Just a Perspective: I love the smell of new book. The scent gets on your hands, kind of...:

paperheartsandspilledink:

I love the smell of new book. The scent gets on your hands, kind of like the way that tobacco lingers on your hands after smoking. The satisfaction from devouring a book in one sitting is the best. I don’t think many authors take into consideration that someone will have to put their book down eventually, unless the reader is really dedicated to reading, and has a lot of time. It would be nice to be able to put a book down without losing any of the story. Inevitably it happens. The events in the book turn to faded memories. But maybe that’s why books are so amazing, they draw us in. You can’t leave the climax. Can’t stop turning the pages. So that’s why we stay up late into the night, reading. Just one more chapter. Until you finish the entire book and pass out with it still in your hand, and the lights still on. Then you dream the story all over again. Authors. The bastards. They manipulate our feelings, turn us more human than we ever dare to reveal, make us cry, and laugh, and sigh, and weep. Books are nice.

observando: (via deligram)

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:02:32 +0800

observando:

(via deligram)

lillies-and-lace: dreaaam

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:00:28 +0800

lillies-and-lace:

dreaaam

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Tue, 21 May 2013 23:59:43 +0800

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lifestyleoftheunemployed: Lifestyle of the Unemployed

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:51:47 +0800

lifestyleoftheunemployed:

Lifestyle of the Unemployed

"Writing gives me great feelings of pleasure. There’s a marvelous sense of mastery that comes with..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:51:26 +0800

“Writing gives me great feelings of pleasure. There’s a marvelous sense of mastery that comes with writing a sentence that sounds exactly as you want it to. It’s like trying to write a song, making tiny tweaks, reading it out loud, shifting things to make it sound a certain way. It’s very physical. I get antsy. I jiggle my feet a lot, get up a lot, tap my fingers on the keyboard, check my e-mail. Sometimes it feels like digging out of a hole, but sometimes it feels like flying. When it’s working and the rhythm’s there, it does feel like magic to me.”

- Ray Bradbury (via hollybelletrist)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 23:50:21 +0800

fattributes: Winter Persimmon and Avocado Salad

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:44:05 +0800

fattributes:

Winter Persimmon and Avocado Salad

polarized: hepatitisbey: I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:43:13 +0800

polarized:

hepatitisbey:

I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.

This is me in a nutshell

awelltraveledwoman: the-forward-observer: catholic-on-the-inter...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:36:29 +0800

awelltraveledwoman:

the-forward-observer:

catholic-on-the-internet:

awkwardsituationist:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.

This guy is so… awesome. Amazing. Inspiring.

OK crying. restored faith in humanity…

georgianadesign: Family room in an Oregon coast house by...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:35:17 +0800

georgianadesign:

Family room in an Oregon coast house by Jessica Helgerson Interior Design.

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