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@reminiscingmess
A love like ours
Is one that’s built not spoken about
Is one that levels and yet also collides
A love like ours
Is one that heals all the broken skin
A love like yours
Is one that wraps the hand around my neck
Is one that leaves black tar in my lungs and livers
A love like yours
Is one that causes such an alarming presence in me
That a love like yours makes me want to end
A love like ours
Is the one thing that gives me hope
The time is passing by between us
Yesterday felt like a blur, almost as if you didn’t exist and yet you’re still here wanting me
Why do I get the urge to go on with us
And yet sometimes I crave what I rather not state
“She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into.”
— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose (via books-n-quotes)
From Phil Kaye’s book, DATE & TIME.
““At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.””
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“It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.”
— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels (via books-n-quotes)
John Green / An Abundance of Katherines
““It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.””
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““The classroom was a jail of other people’s interests. The library was open, unending, free.””
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