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How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
- Jane Hirshfield, from “Vinegar and Oil” (via farewell-kingdom)
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Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.
- Clementine von Radics (via collidewithyoursky)
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Take it from me: if you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do - the only thing to do - is run.
- (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.
and now i’m crying.
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