February 2012
Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny,...
– Henry V. Miller (via angelikarosario)
If nothing saves us from death, at least Love saves us from life.
– Pablo Neruda (via soulstereo)
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me...
– Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines (via rurallove)
Very early in my life it was too late.
– Marguerite Duras, The Lover (via an-endhasastart)
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
– Unrequited Love Poem, Sierra DeMulder (via hypnobate)
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