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“I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading...”
– Charles Bukowski  (via howmyheartbehaves)
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diandrawrr: I miss what it feels like to fall and scrape your self.  I miss what it feels like to collide with the earth, cement, grass, wood chips, rubber.  Sometimes when you tumble it feels like you don’t know which way is up, that you are somehow, for a second, part of the earth.  The feeling is scary, confusing, and fantastic.  
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