darkearthsuggestions:

we need famine, we tell ourselves, to learn to love the feast; but when floods come to wet parched tongues, we drown in what we seek.

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godshideouscreation:

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campesine:

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metamorphesque:

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra — Joseph Lorusso, Playing Their Song —

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thexfiles:

happy climate grief to all those who agonize

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