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It seems like a slow way to die. Painful. I cry all the time. I never feel happy. I never feel loved. I just want to drink and do drugs and fuck it all up. I am so sad.
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I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
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I only see the faults, flaws, the imperfections. That attracts me.
Yohji Yamamoto (via mrsclarkkent)
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Show me disloyalty, I’ll show you detachment.
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And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to hell.
Dallas Green (via sentimentalistexplosive)
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It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?
Sara Shepard, The Visibles
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Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (387)
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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath
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“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.”
Marilyn Monroe
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Coffee and heart to heart conversations in this cold weather sounds good right now.
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Because I am not the type of
person someone falls in love with.
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A lot of people… tell me I’m a bit… dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.
Alex Turner for Q Magazine interview
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