February 2012
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“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via eagereagles)
“Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem...”
– Frank O’Hara, “Mayakovsky” (via yvonneconstance)
“Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort...”
– Charlotte Brontë (via thenocturnals)