Monthly Archives: February 2015
“How did you know?” “How did I know what?” Inhale. “You know..” Pause. Exhale. Slight hesitance. “How did you know you love me?” “I knew it when you slapped me on the arm after I told a joke, and you were laughing so hard but no sound was coming out of your mouth. I knew …
balletomaneassoluta: Anastasia Kolegova
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Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question. Anne Sexton, from “The Poet Of Ignorance“ (via watchoutforintellect)
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