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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts. — Edgar Allan Poe (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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I had love once in the palm of my hand.
See the lines there.
— John Wieners, from “A Poem for Painters” (thanks, deskofalex)
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all-things-bright-and-beyootiful:
Tuscany, Italy by Tec Petaja Photography
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Imogen Cunningham
(via thewastedgeneration)
You’ve tried the rest.
You’ve waited long enough.
Everything catches up with you.
And you’re too old,
or too young.
Or you don’t have the money
or you don’t have the time.
Maybe you’re shy, and maybe
you’re just afraid.
How often have you heard it,
have you promised
yourself you’d try
something really different
if you had the chance?
Though you can’t help but wonder
if all those people
know what they’re doing, now
you’re saying it with them:
Eventually everything
catches up with us,
and it starts to show.
We’ve waited all our lives, or as long
as we can remember, whichever
is long enough.
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