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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
—Sylvia Plath (via caylala)
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Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.
—David Foster Wallace (via loveyourchaos)
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Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.
—Oscar Wilde (via blua)
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We ditch class.
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We love hanging out with you.
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the shipfitter's wife: If you say something often enough, it begins to lose its meaning....
If you say something often enough, it begins to lose its meaning. Things like, “you’re beautiful” or “pass the bread” or “I miss you” and even “I love you.” The letters, the syllables, it all begins to run together until the language itself becomes undone. How many times can you say it before that…
Things are getting a bit monochrome in here
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