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This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much. — Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
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You are a little soul carrying around a corpse. — Epictetus (via whimsicalele)
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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me. — Sylvia Plath (via whiteoleander)
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart. — Franz Kafka (via honeysighs)
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
“two tickets torn in half
and a lot of nothing to do
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do…”