I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today. Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via bacardibreezy)

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Still, why do I feel so responsible
for the wailing from shattered houses,
for birth defects and unjust wars,
and the soft, unbearable sadness
filtering down from distant stars? Margaret Atwood, “Dutiful,” from The Door (via lifeinpoetry)

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