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What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.Lisel Mueller, Things (via fleurishes)(via rainysolitude)
Posted on April 28, 2012 via the shipfitter's wife with 347 notes
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Manhattan loft of Andi Potankim
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Posted on April 25, 2012 via With a Moët in one hand, with 20 notes
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Posted on April 21, 2012 via We Are Bare Bones with 461 notes
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Posted on April 21, 2012 via jeremymlange with 953 notes
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Posted on April 21, 2012 via the cosmos of enlightened vision with 4,001 notes
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those eyes.
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Posted on April 21, 2012 via earthandanimals with 384 notes
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Lie down, lie easy.
Let me shipwreck in your thighs.Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via youngfolksociety)(via youngfolksociety)
Posted on April 21, 2012 via m e a d o w l a r k s with 1,482 notes
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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via girlinlondon)(via milkwoods)
Posted on April 21, 2012 via Learn/Without with 9,415 notes
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