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Repost from 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝔂✨️
I'll wear your jawbone
round my neck
listen to your vertebrae
bone tapping bone in my wrists.
I'll string your fingers round my waist–
what a rigorous embrace.
Over my heart I'll wear
a brooch with a lock of your hair.
Nights I'll sleep cradling
your skull sharpening
my teeth on your toothless grin.
Uhm so I got a trip tmr
Should I take my journal with me or should I leave it behind?
Repost from Unfinished sentenc
“Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.”
Arthur Schopenhauer
Repost from 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝔂✨️
O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnet!
- Virginia Woolf
“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”
-Jack Kerouac, On The Road
