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David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
—Thought Catalog (via swimmingpoolforants)
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People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
—Charles Bukowski (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.
—Anne Michaels (via hellanne)
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The Last Wake of Woody Point (by davebrosha)
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