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Bright Star (2009)

“When I don’t hear from him, it’s as if I’ve died, as if the air is sucked out from my lungs and I am Left desolate, but when I receive a Letter, I know our world is real.It’s the one I care for.”

rosettes:

Bright Star (2009)

“When I don’t hear from him, it’s as if I’ve died, as if the air is sucked out from my lungs and I am Left desolate, but when I receive a Letter, I know our world is real.It’s the one I care for.”

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 “I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”

“I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”

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I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou art not there;
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.
John Clare, from “To Mary” (via proustitute)

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My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands…
Hart Crane, from “Exile” (via proustitute)

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I have the errand from my heart—I might forget to tell it. Would you please to come home?
Emily Dickinson, from a letter dated June 1862 (via proustitute)


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