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I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Haruki Murakami  (via langleav)

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langleav:

Message in a Bottle by Lang Leav

langleav:

Message in a Bottle by Lang Leav

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christopherpoindexter:

“The universe and her, and I” poem #28 #poetry #poem #art #artist #inspiration #inspire #universe #words #write #writing #rain

christopherpoindexter:

“The universe and her, and I” poem #28 #poetry #poem #art #artist #inspiration #inspire #universe #words #write #writing #rain

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