(Source: icanread)

" If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."
-Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (via thechocolatebrigade)

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night and day.

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the night brings him
to me, 
magically

but day breaks as
hearts do, 
invariably. 

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" I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful."
-Frederick E. Perl (via creativedreadhead)

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chris ayer: The Infinite Chasm of Space (new lyrics from today)

The Infinite Chasm of Space

I know that I’ve been here before -
you put up new curtains and tore up the floor
though I don’t recognize it much anymore,
let’s fill the space with something.

I’ve said all these words in the past
you could tell that I meant it, I said ‘em so fast
“You’ll be my first, and also my last -
we’ll fill the space with something.”

I wonder why I have these arms
when most of the time they do others harm
but I’m tired of it all, so please don’t be alarmed -
just fill this space with something.

Maybe I’ll end up alone
paid back for the times I didn’t answer the phone
as long as there’s breath in my chest left to blow
I’ll fill the space with something.

This one time, the cosmos were born,
but too close together, and entirely too warm,
something sent all of the stars to their corners
to fill the space with something.

In dreams I remember your face
how salmon remember their birthing place
and when the time comes I’ll start making my way
and fill the space with something.

With every fiber of my being.  It hurts. 

(Source: dariusxhicks, via darkchocolatelace)

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