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every time a promise, every time, just one more

"The joy of being alone, eating the honey of words."

Robert Bly, “It’s As if Someone Else Is With Me” in his Morning Poems (via bookmania)

(via 21vines)

"It’s just so strange.
 You used to love me,
 and now you’re a stranger
 who happens to know all
 of my secrets."

— Clementine von Radics (via moonsads)

(Source: itskiddo, via this-life-these-lies)