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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Ernest Hemingway (via refugeinthesilence)(Source: sultanaofstyle, via vvater-vices)
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We could live here, you and I.
I’ll fling open the windows to let the memories out.
And you could live with me-
If only you clear out the dusty bones out of my closet,
If only you scrub the smell of past lovers from my bedsheets,
If only you repaint the whisper-soaked walls of my bedroom,
If only you rip apart the wooden floors where blown kisses have crashed.
If only you clear the air for me.
- March 21
- , 2012
Word.
(Source: whitepaperquotes, via hellisjealousoftherain)
