Bukowski, Fitzgerald, and Hemingway stole my heart.

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"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."

   ~   Ernest Heingway, A Moveable Feast (via cheriestaceymasson)

"Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you."

   ~   Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  (via edensamuelsgarden)

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"Maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can’t put it straight, don’t want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones."

   ~   Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems  (via cheriestaceymasson)

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"Whatever I am, you did it."

   ~   F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Offshore Pirate  (via cheriestaceymasson)

"You see," he concluded, "if she was just anybody I could get over it, no matter how much I loved her. But she isn’t."

   ~   F. Scott Fitzgerald, Basil & Cleopatra (via cheriestaceymasson)

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"Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are."

   ~   F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night  (via cheriestaceymasson)

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"In case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you."

   ~   Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries  (via cheriestaceymasson)

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"You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got."

   ~   Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms  (via cheriestaceymasson)

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"You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it."

   ~   F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via cheriestaceymasson)

"Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two."

   ~   Charles Bukowski  (via cheriestaceymasson)

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"I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears."

   ~   Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit (via cheriestaceymasson)

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