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" There is always something left to love. "
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" The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever. "
Anonymous:  what kind of drugs have you taken little girl?

good ones. who are you?

today’s life lesson: don’t take drugs from strangers unless they’re fucking cool.

drughie:

do you ever just want someone to come over and lay on the floor with you for a while

(Source: fuckhuf, via pool-oftears)

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