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Ah, but your absence, the physically felt silence of your hands.
—Boris Pasternak in a letter to Marina Tsvetayeva (via nicollecamille)
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Then she kissed him. Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
—Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via nicollecamille)
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No.
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when someone blushes, doesn’t that mean “yes”?
—le petit prince (via lavendertree, nymph) (via music-at-teatime) (via little-eccentric) (via our-rights-our-wrongs)
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I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
—Charles Bukowski (via nicollecamille)
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