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"And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion."
Misanthropic humanist. Writer. Lover. Feeler. Fuckup. Reader. Insomniac. Thinker. Neurotic. I listen. I smoke. I am I am I am.
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"Everyone's alone — or so it seems to me.
They make noises, and think they are talking to each other;
They make faces, and think they understand each other.
And I'm sure they don't. Is that a delusion?"
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"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."
— Pablo Neruda (via avdunstar)
— Pablo Neruda (via avdunstar)
(Source: aurai, via avdunstar)
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