14th
February
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"Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets."

- Oscar Wilde (via seabois)

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"Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire."

- Franz Kafka (via seabois)

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19th
January
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"

Where does such tenderness come from?
These aren’t the first curls
I’ve wound around my finger—
I’ve kissed lips darker than yours.

The sky is washed and dark
(Where does such tenderness come from?)
Other eyes have known
and shifted away from my eyes.

But I’ve never heard words like this
in the night
(Where does such tenderness come from?)

"

- Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Where does such tenderness come from?” (via growing-orbits)

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30th
November
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30th
November
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