In The Belly of a Black Winged Bird

Roll across the bed
and don’t stop until your skin
finds its way to mine.

—Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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But I like you.” He cleared his throat. “I like you first and second and third.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise  (via stxxz)

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There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

—Haruki Murakami, A Slow Boat to China (via shanelleraven)

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I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

—Vladimir Nabokov (via stxxz)

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