June 2012
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In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
– T. S. Eliot, from “The Hollow Men” (via proustitute)
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Anonymous asked: but what if the next frank ocean was following you?
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My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands…
– Hart Crane, from “Exile” (via proustitute)
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May 2012
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I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but...
– Sylvia Plath (via narcotic)
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