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"We have to discard the past
and, as one builds
floor by floor, window by window,
and the building rises,
so do we keep shedding
first, broken tiles,
then proud doors,
until, from the past,
dust falls
as if it would crash
against the floor,
smoke rises
as if it were on fire."
and, as one builds
floor by floor, window by window,
and the building rises,
so do we keep shedding
first, broken tiles,
then proud doors,
until, from the past,
dust falls
as if it would crash
against the floor,
smoke rises
as if it were on fire."
— Pablo Neruda (via my-southernsoul)
(via axebill)
"I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."
— Frédéric Chopin (via pigmenting)
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All the other guys are looking at her like they are so happy to see her, even if she isn’t their daughter. One of my favorite pictures.
i love this
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