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29 / 4 / 2013 @ 07:52
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❝ He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him. ❞
Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him

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❝ Melancholy was a bomb and it would always, quite strangely, choose her own fragile hands to go off. ❞
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out.

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29 / 4 / 2013 @ 01:36
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❝ People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water. ❞
Charles Bukowski

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