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Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.
Effy Stonem, Skins
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When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via easymomentsandobsession)
Feeling myself fall apart, decay, rot, and the laurels wither and fall away, and my past sins and omissions strike me with full punishment and import. All this, all this foul, gangrenous, sludge ate away at my insides. Silent, insidious.
Sylvia Plath - from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via watchoutforintellect)
Don’t ask her if she loves you / she doesn’t want to tell you the truth.
r.i.d. (inkskinned)
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