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Alright September, bring me some crisp air.
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The desire for reassurance. And, equally, to be reassured. (The itch to ask whether I’m still loved; and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.)
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 (via hellanne)
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I was full of letters I hadn’t sent you.
Anne Sexton, Flight (via hellanne)
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Should I tear my eyes out now? Everything I see returns to you somehow
Should I tear my heart out now? Everything I feel returns to you somehow
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Elle a passé tant d’heures sous les sunlights…, 1985
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I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.
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Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?
Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)
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