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some day in november.
I’m so sick of people telling me what to like, what to love and what to wear. People telling me how to paint and how to write, what the wine is like in Barcelona, and why part of human evolution does not require the growth of wings. I want to know that I have mortally sinned and truly enjoyed it; I want to know that I have truly acted through purpose and thought and reason, of my own doing.
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ToTheHeartsYouBreak
Live forever or die in the attempt. -
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Illa_stetit
She Hath Stood... Friends lock, but don't worry I don't bite! I'll add you! -
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beautifullybrokenmind
" This ragged heart" she said pulling at her shirt " I should rip it out and bury it for compost " -
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kanzentai
acts of man are better than acts of god -
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iguessilost
beer mostly, and tears, hardly ever both at once -
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letloverslove
the more you care, the more you have to lose. -
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Seeking_Sarah
♪♪♪ i dig reading and writing. i dig nature and wildlife. i dig tea and coffee. i dig music and photography. but best of all, i can dig an excellent bad idea... -
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babyboologaa
I care too much. I'm just looking for some inspiration. -
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autobiographer
things that pass through my brain -
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AllThosePreciousMomentsAreGone
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.-Ernest Hemingway
