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Aug 11, 2014 / 11 notes
God, you granted men sure signs to tell
When gold is counterfeit. But when we need to tell
Which men are false, why do our bodies bear no stamp
To show our worth?
Euripides, Medea
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Aug 10, 2014 / 36 notes
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It happens sometimes that I cry
Like a child for no reason.
It happens that I get fed up from my eyes for no reason
It happens that I get tired of my words
It happens that I get tired of my toil
For no reason.
Nizar Qabbani (via nizariat)
Aug 10, 2014 / 830 notes
Aug 9, 2014 / 254 notes
Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?
Donte CollinsĀ  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Aug 9, 2014 / 42,524 notes
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Albert Camus, The Fall
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Albert Camus, The Fall

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One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
Goethe (via observando)
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