December 2010
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It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...
– T.S. Eliot (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
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It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...
– T.S. Eliot (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
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Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners...
– In Repair | John Mayer (via lissomlights)
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Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners...
– In Repair | John Mayer (via lissomlights)
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I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because our heart is...
– The stranger by Albert Camus. Part 2, Chapter 5, pg. 120 (via obnoxiouschild)
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I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because our heart is...
– The stranger by Albert Camus. Part 2, Chapter 5, pg. 120 (via obnoxiouschild)
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I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please,...
– Sylvia Plath (via bearnnakkedd)
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I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please,...
– Sylvia Plath (via bearnnakkedd)
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