December 2009
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“I have so much to tell you, the problem isn’t that I’m running out...”
– Jonathon Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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untitledconvictions:
lucette:
iamthecrime:
1. Where is your cell phone? Bedroom 2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend? Timothy. 3. Your hair? Blonde. 4. Work? Bookshop. 5. Your father? Silly. 6. Your favorite thing? Affection 7. Your dream last night? Sleepless. 8. Your favorite drink? Water. 9. Your dream car? ANY!… 10. The room you’re in? . sisters 11. Your pet? Guinea Pig. 12. Your fears?...
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
helloluxlisbon:
suicideunderground:dreamboatcourtney:bunnymitford:
“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?” “Yes. I want to ruin you.” “Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”
i've seen your frown and it's like looking down...
sharethesameskies:
(via thoughtsofatwat)
and it goes off
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