I tell you, itโ€™s strange. When Iโ€™m like this I just want to be alone. I want to stay in my own room. Iโ€™m like a cat.
โ€• Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)
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bedofproses:

scientists tell us that all water

is old water,

that there is no room for originality,

that everything is recycled.

the anguish of Achilles bleeding out

face-down in the Trojan dirt

mingles with that of a stockbroker caught

in the ebb and flow of the markets,

and what I am trying to say is that the tears

navigating south through the canyons on your face

may have once wet the cheeks

of Alexander the Great

for the same reason.

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There was actually nothing beautiful or poetic about it.
You shattered my fucking heart.
โ€• (via shehadwingson)

(Source: these-greatexpectations)

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