I’m always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (via froideurs)

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A memory is a memory

And a dream is a liar 

Was I meant to never see you again

Or am I dreaming asleep by your side?

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m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t. 

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.

wow.

Holy shit.

Fuck this is my favorite thing in this world
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phytos:

Duane Michals - Grandpa Goes to Heaven, 1989

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staeller:

ahwahreh:


I just fell in love with a poem.

wow this is lovely

jesus i just got chills
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