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Forgetting

fuckyeahpoetry:

Last night I dreamed that someone told me: your love is dead.

Your love, the girl you loved when you were young,
has died.

In a cold city in the South
where the parks are one huge dewdrop,
at the hour when the fog is still virgin
and the city turns its back
on the gaze of desperate souls.

And she died- they told me - without saying your name.

- Roque Dalton 

Dally had an elf-like face, high cheek bones, pointed chin, sharp teeth, and ears like a lynx, his hair, which he never greased back, was dusty-brown that curled behind his ears and kicked out in tufts in the back. His eyes were a blue, blazing ice filled with hatred for the whole world.

Ponyboy on Dallas Winston, The Outsiders (via j-ohnnycake)

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I’m such a History nerd.

I actually watched Hatfields and McCoys today and surprisingly enjoyed the first part. The acting wasn’t necessarily horrendous and I caught myself interested with the story-line. Except that everyone else absolutely loved the whole romance plot between Johnse and Roseanna, and I just couldn’t bring myself to not dislike his character and didn’t see any chemistry. Other than that, the whole rivalry and how it was built up between these two families all this time is truly captivating. Looking forward to next part tomorrow. 

I gotta have roots before branches to know who I am.

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