December 2011
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“What was she like? She had a sore throat a lot and liked to melt into a corner, wrapped in a shawl, with a cup of tea, and write and draw. She was sweet and often very funny, great to be around. Did I fall for her right away? I don’t know, but she immediately felt like a soulmate. There was a bond. I’m an old drama queen, and so is she. What I liked most about her is the feeling...
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Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all...
– Chuck Palahniuk (via brutalite)
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I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.
– Charles Baudelaire (via sleep-forever
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The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow...
– W.B. Yeats (via seabois)
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