Ask me anything

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I started the fight with shadow

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Vincent van Gogh

(via turecepcja)

afternoon sketching

“Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard. Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.”

—   Michael CunninghamThe Hours (via satyrica)

“April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.”

—   Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via ismiamora)

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“What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.”

—   Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via splitterherzen)

“Jestem tu tylko trochę. Gdzie jest reszta, nie wiem.”

—    Julia Hartwig (via rzeczozyciu)

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A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I could remember,
I lay on the lawn at night,
clover wrinkling under me,
the wise stars bedding over me,
my mother’s window a funnel
of yellow heat running out,
my father’s window, half shut,
an eye where sleepers pass,
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax
and probably a million leaves
sailed on their strange stalks
as the crickets ticked together
and I, in my brand new body,
which was not a woman’s yet,
told the stars my questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light,
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.

— Anne Sexton

“Have you got anything around this place
I can kill myself with again?”

—   From When Billy Collins Met Anne Sexton by Jack Conway (via hush-syrup)

“Art is not a copy of the real world; one of the damn things is enough.”


Virginia Woolf, attributed, Languages of Art

(via fading-breath)


just now

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