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Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.

Marjorie Celona, Y. (via cavum)

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gastrogirl: on toast: white bread.
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acamouflage: Hitchcock’s Vertigo, 1958
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nevver: The New Yorker
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch (via resurrecttheclassics)

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