"Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you."
— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via viendoviento)
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"I can hardly believe that I have limits, that I am cut out and defined. I feel scattered in the air, thinking inside other beings, living in things beyond myself."
— Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart (via blushing2)
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"I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —"
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
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"Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?"
— Pablo Neruda (via rootsofpassion)
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