Ah, but your absence, the physically felt silence of your hands.
Boris Pasternak in a letter to Marina Tsvetayeva, May 19, 1926 (via sketchofthepast)
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She wasn’t even a person anymore, just flesh rotting, but I loved her present tense.
John Green, Looking For Alaska. (via ramirezdahmerbundy)
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Here are a few photos of rain soaked lupins, grasses, and a bright, red ladybug that caught my eye this morning. I love life in macro. It’s amazing.
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If it had been easy for Romeo to get to Juliet, nobody would have cared. Same goes for Cyrano and Don Quixote and Gatsby and their respective paramours. What captures the imagination is watching men throw themselves at a brick wall over and over again, and wondering if this is the time that they won’t be able to get back up.
