Posts I Like
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Anonymous asked: You didn't used to smoke! What happened :)
I started smoking.
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These are fucking delicious
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your heart, like, lives in your vagina.
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I think my heart has sunken all the way down to my vagina. Where are all the ds.
Who I Follow
feminism - where men and sex are the villains, and women are…not
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If you really want to hurt, find someone who loves you.
C.J. Langenhoven (via larmoyante)
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If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
Jane Austen, Emma (via larmoyante)
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We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via larmoyante)
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
I hate all those flirty-birty games that women make up. Life’s too short. If you ever find a man you love, don’t waste time hanging your head and simpering. Go right up to him and say, ‘I love you. How about getting married?
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via fuckyeah-literature)
