December 2011
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systolic
I don’t know why I’m thinking about it now. I don’t know why the conversation flitted across my brain just then. But I liked when you said that the bare trees looked like veins. Whenever I look at them now, I flip them upside down and I see lungs. I know you can’t stand the cold, but I love the winter. You’ve given me another reason to look forward to the cold, another reason to look forward...
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You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the...
– Unknown
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Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power that has broken you...
– M Proust
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Chasm
Riesco a sentire il mio cuore che batte nel mio petto. Io non voglio. Non ho mai fatto. Non voglio sentirlo. So che è lì. Io non voglio un altro promemoria di ciò che non può avere. Io non voglio un altro richiamo dei pezzi rotti nel mio petto. Io non posso più cinque telefonate al mattino. Non ricordi più di quello che non ho mai voluto. Per favore.
When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal...
– Morrissey
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“As I move through time, things change. I change, the world changes, the way the...
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Shotgun
For the days when it rains, for the hail, the snow, for the sunshine. For the days that are dark, for the nights that even darker - for the days that are so bright you can barely see. For the days you hate yourself, for the days you’re over confident, for everything in between. For the days your skin is too tight, for when you don’t feel like yourself. For the days your lungs...
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Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same...
– Aidan Chambers
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