fuck all romance except for whatever the fuck that running guy and limping kid had in that maze book
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fuck all romance except for whatever the fuck that running guy and limping kid had in that maze book
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So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for― and deserved. Atonement (2007)
there is nothing lemon squeezy about any of this
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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”
— C.S. Lewis
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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“Now sometimes in the evenings, I am lonely / with dread.”
— John Ashbery, from “Proximity”, Wakefulness: Poems
I hurt myself, it doesn’t hurt; I buy what I want, I don’t want it.. I do what I like, I don’t like it. I’m just…so bored.