I have found you nine times before, maybe ten. And I’ll find you again. I find you because I know you. And I know you because we are the same.
M.C., Station Eleven
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I have found you nine times before, maybe ten. And I’ll find you again. I find you because I know you. And I know you because we are the same.
M.C., Station Eleven
― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary
[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]
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Haruki Marukami
Sure, I’m sad, but I’m not looking to soothe that sadness by replacing it with a new relationship. Women are allowed to be sad, and they’re allowed to be single, and they don’t need to hear that one day a man is going to make it all go away by telling her she is good enough again. She’s good enough as she is.
Charlotte Green
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
why are people soo afraid of seeming desperate. i love desperation and hate detachment. ache more idiot
what if I decide to let the joy slowly creep into my life the same way dread does…… what then
your character gotta hold more weight than your appearance for me to desire you
this or nothing