But were it told to me, Today,
That I might have the Sky
For mine, I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me
emily dickinson
She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.
jonathan safran foer
buy bon iver on vinyl and listen to mandy's book recommendations and this is what happens:
i threw up my sorrows
for the hope of being fooled
drank down your joys
for the sake of being loved
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