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You’re just like Braille, he said to her. In what way? she inquired. I never want to stop running my palms over you, reading every single dip and curve. You’re the only language I was ever fluent in, he replied.
Fragment 68 (via beautemillesimee)
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I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Ezra Pound, “The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter” (via allegorys)

(Source: anoffshorepirate)

I hate sleeping alone.