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Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
– W.S. Merwin

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Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

(Source: larmoyante, via undernorthernskies)

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
– W.S. Merwin

(Source: larmoyante)

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Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

(Source: larmoyante, via undernorthernskies)

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"Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color."
"Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands."
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