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“She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don’t let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say.

The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, “You don’t know how happy I am to be with you.” That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.”

”

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being  (via youngfolksociety)

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  Eduardo Galeano 

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4:58 pm  •  6 April 2012  •  5,132 notes

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,

but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.

— D. Young

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4:57 pm  •  6 April 2012  •  3,072 notes

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4:51 pm  •  6 April 2012  •  1,160 notes

“We spoke all night in tongues, in fingertips, in teeth.”

— Robert Hass, from Spring

4:50 pm  •  6 April 2012  •  16 notes

reading with friends. 

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1:55 pm  •  25 March 2012  •  7,668 notes

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Amanda’s Cigarette Break

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

1:59 pm  •  8 February 2012  •  43,627 notes

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

-Margaret Atwood

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1:57 pm  •  8 February 2012  •  78,666 notes

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again. -C.S. Lewis

teachingliteracy:

in awe.  (by gracie clark)

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1:55 pm  •  8 February 2012  •  74 notes