in solitude

Billie Holiday

—I Thought About You

I took a trip on the train, and I thought about you
I passed a shawdowy lane, and I thought about you

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Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

—The Lover’s Dictionary (David Levithan)

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transistoradio:

Mary L. Macomber (1861-1916), Night and Her Daughter Sleep (1902), oil on canvas, 63.2 x 76.2 cm. Collection of Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC, USA. Via Smithsonian.

transistoradio:

Mary L. Macomber (1861-1916), Night and Her Daughter Sleep (1902), oil on canvas, 63.2 x 76.2 cm. Collection of Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC, USA. Via Smithsonian.

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If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.

—Calvin and Hobbes (via suspend)

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