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“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”
Deconstructing Masculinity & Manhood with Michael Kimmel @ Dartmouth College

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via fernsandmoss)


Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

— Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

suammetuit:

art meme: spring and winter in paris

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast


visual-poetry:

by victoria siemer

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It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via phenomenaaa)