December 2011
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You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
– Jeffrey Eugenides (via eletheowl)
You held out your hand
I took your fingerprints
You asked for love
I gave...
– Excerpt from “Their attitudes differ” by Margaret Atwood (via clavicola)
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I couldn’t have spoken like this yesterday, because when we’ve been apart, and...
– Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence (via bookmania)
I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second...
– Banksy (via cariosus)
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I said, I want to tell you something. She said, you can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The books in my father’s shed were sighing. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was...
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the things that keep me alive
are the things that keep me alone.
– fin greenall (via encrage)
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When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words...
– Arundhati Roy (via blua)
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…from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses;...
– Virginia Woolf (via xoxokate)
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I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that….
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