September 2011
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Under your skin the moon is alive.
– Ode To A Naked Beauty, by Pablo Neruda (via mirroir)
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Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via moldavia)
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
– Edgar Allen Poe (via -kaleidoscopes)