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We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via rosettes)

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I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
David Shields, How Literature Saved My Life (via larmoyante)
I want to stain your lips with my name
So even if years later we aren’t kissing each other,
Girls will still taste the love we had.

(S.)

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and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love

Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love
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