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I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that’s exactly like being found.

Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail (via books-n-quotes)

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I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

David Levithan, Every Day (via books-n-quotes)

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Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

Kate Jacobs // Comfort Food

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Briana Vojnovic

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Absolute mockery of a race. Disqualified? For the mere possibility of a hoof touch? On a mudder track? Disgraceful. Not in one hundred and forty-five years has such a thing happened. 

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I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever.

Jeanette Winterson

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Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

Richard Siken

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And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered.

Patrick Süskind

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If you are scorched earth, I will be warm rain.

Murasaki Shikibu

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Coleridge: What's trending right now kids?

Keats: Pain

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“I loved him, I adored him. And I don’t know why I write that in the past tense, for I love him still.”

— Marcel Proust, from a letter to Reynaldo Hahn c. October 1914

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[image description: a quote from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.

‘A not admitting of the wound 

Until it grew so wide 

That all my Life had entered it-’]

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Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me.

Sylvia Plath