I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via theunquotables)


Venise , les pigeons sur Place Saint-Marc en 1900 .

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Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.
James Joyce, Ulysses (via theunquotables)

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