February 2012
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He doesn’t cease to exisit, but he’s no longer anything to me
– The Lover by Margurite Duras (via thechocolatebrigade)
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I am good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject.
– Jeanette Winterson (via katelizabeth)
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I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter...
– Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
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