Alyssa Cooper

The Wordweaver

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How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.

I have time. Please, devour me.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour     (via coldflowers)

(Source: frenchtwist, via iamadamstanley)

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maybeimawildflower:

gambling-withdesire:

superbooked:

i want to open a book store that is 24 hours and people can finally go out at like 2am and be like “i just finished the first book in the series i need the next one stat” or if people are just having a stressful night and want to be surrounded by books

My favorite part about this post is that someone understands that it’s calming to be surrounded by books

YES PLEASE !

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Happiness touches my lips with soft fingertips, slow and weary tickles, that don’t ever stay long. Sadness grips me by the throat, forcing me to come closer as it slides down into my chest, forcing it’s way through my veins. It demands to be felt, it demands to be noticed.
i.c. (via delicatepoetry)

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