Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.
—Siddhārtha Gautama
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—Siddhārtha Gautama
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—Marian Keyes (via youseethelagoon)
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The Perks of Being a Wallflower
My best friend.
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—Jack Kerouac (via wethinkwedream)
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“The city is being constructed by an old woman born in 1881 who wants to record all the important events in her life so that she can remember them. Each year that she has lived is designated by a street, and each week is represented by a door. The doors belong to places where important events occurred. The blank doors are for those weeks that she can’t remember. The old woman hopes that out of her memory and forgetfulness, as recorded in the streets of doors, a pattern or sign will emerge and she will one day see the story of her life. Every door opens on a small closet-like space. Only one door in each street of doors leads to the next street. It is therefore necessary to go from door to door searching for the entry door.”
—Alice Aycock, from “The First City of the Dead: The City of Doors (1914)”
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—Clive Barker
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— Clementine von Radics
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—Lin, Shantaram
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—Pablo Picasso
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—Bob Dylan, “Shelter From the Storm”
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Like a speed dial in reverse
I should have your number
locked away, blocked
your name cut from my tongue
a skeleton key worn down
into a blunt fist to bite on
in case I try to reach for you
through the night again.