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“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

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afternoon with books (x)

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@Deandridesign

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I didn’t yearn for anything but privacy, because it is an embarrassment to be a wound in public.

Billy-Ray Belcourt, from A History of My Brief Body (via voirlvmer)

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The colors are edited but the fog is real

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cuando te miro a los ojos, yo me voy en un viaje