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I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
— Jeffrey McDaniel, “Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back” (via larmoyante)
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I’m smart but not enough—just smart enough to have problems.
— Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via larmoyante)
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I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via larmoyante)
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My advice to writers, I suppose, is write your novel when you feel like shit; edit when you feel great.
— Caleb J. Ross, Stranger Will (via larmoyante)
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At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.
— Toni Morrison (via larmoyante)
