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selectedamphigories:

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
…

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pocketpoem:

Sonnet LXXXI
Pablo Neruda

And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go…

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Seth Storck

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bowiesclockworkorange:

Fight Club (1999)

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fuckyeahlogical:

Undergrad reads Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations for the first time.

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