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They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
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Emma Glass ― Rest and Be Thankful
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Anne Sexton ― Rapunzel
Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
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“Head of a Skeleton With a Burning Cigarette” by Vincent Van Gogh, circa 1886.
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