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When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via larmoyante)
One summer night I fell asleep, hoping the world would be different when I woke.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via larmoyante)
“I love you. I hope you go to sleep knowing that.”
What is it that brings on these moods of yours? Nothing mysterious: the ordinary pain of being alive.
Charles Baudelaire, excerpt from Semper Eadem (via mirroir)
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.
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Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.
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