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But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.
—Stephen King (via autumnalsoul)
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Коробки уже не то…
“Boxes aren’t in anymore…”
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New series of scans! My fingers smell like old ink. Ad for SOMMER carpets, 1984. Scan
Love! Love until the night collapses!
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Pablo Neruda, Machu Picchu
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Loch Tummel. Scotland (by eric niven)
Harrisburg Daily Independent, Pennsylvania, February 1, 1910
My heritage is showing.
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I would drink the sky if I could drink it, drink it and celebrate it and let it fill me and become me. I am getting better. Empty and clear and light and blue. I am getting better.
—James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
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It’s better to have nobody than someone who is half there, or who doesn’t want to be there.
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Angelina Jolie
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