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June 2013

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Jun 1, 201316 notes
#benedict cumberbatch #shower scene #i'm not sorry

May 2013

11 posts

“There are some words that once spoken will split the world in two. There would be the life before you breathed them and then the altered life after they’d been said. They take a long time to find, words like that. They make you hesitate. Choose with care. Hold on to them unspoken for as long as you can just so your world will stay intact.” —Andrea Levy - Small Island (via etre-curieux)
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dissections: real fears → pavorst.tumblr.com

pavorst:

I am afraid of other people. I hesitate to talk to them. I’ve been held with a distance, most of the time, even by my family. Perhaps my nature is to blame for this, in some way. I have always been very quiet, saying only a few things at a time. I would rather do something with you in silence than…

May 12, 2013142 notes
“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.” —Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via pavorst)
May 12, 2013871 notes
dissections: I believe that back when Shakespeare and Marlowe were alive, the... → pavorst.tumblr.com

pavorst:

I believe that back when Shakespeare and Marlowe were alive, the oldest friends they could have had were in their forties. This is quite frightening, knowing that you live in an age where by the time you’re raving around in your twenties, half your life has already passed. I am an awful…

May 12, 201359 notes
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April 2013

1 post

Apr 28, 20131,628 notes

March 2013

9 posts

Mar 7, 20132 notes
#365 #photography #macro #flowers #dandelion #seeds #wish
Mar 2, 20131,628 notes
Mar 2, 20132,072 notes
"Matching Socks" - 54/365

Once the evening fell on our bare feet,
the matching socks we wore
were no longer warm,
and your outstretched arms
which covered my shoulders
like a blanket in the desolate winter,
leaves with the morning light.

Mar 2, 20131 note
#poetry #writing #365
"The First Morning" - 53/365

I stopped getting up
early
in the morning
for you,
because I’m tired
of realizing
that it if I never came
to see you
the first morning,
you will never wake up
for me
at all.

Mar 2, 20131 note
#poetry #writing #365
"Hollow Hearts - II" 52/365

Hollow hearts beat a hollow tune
of perpetual romances ending too soon
faraway eyes meet faraway souls
lost in the incantation of the moon
dancing with the graceful sun
lovers running and running
never done.

Mar 2, 20131 note
#poetry #writing #365
Mar 2, 20134,410 notes
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