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"And in the beginning, my lungs had too much air in them, whenever you were near, like I could never breathe out enough. And in the end, my throat closed, whenever you were far, like I could never breathe in again." -Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
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"I’ve been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn’t like that at all. It is beautiful, but it’s a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall - you fall, and the thing is - the thing is you want to. You don’t care what’s coming, you just want who your heart beats for." -Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule (via larmoyante)
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"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." -Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via 4mbivalent)
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"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly." -Charlotte Brontë (via larmoyante)
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"Looking back, I stopped writing in my notebook when I stopped wanting to know myself anymore. If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head." -Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via 4mbivalent)
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"As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over." -Sylvia Plath (via seabois)
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