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Stop mellowing in self-pity. Get up. Do something with your life. It’s ending by the minutes.
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Things weren’t going well. Nothing made sense. I was having the best time of my life.
— Stephen Elliott, “My Stripper Year” (via nightmarebrunette)
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What are you thinking?” She asks.
-That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.
-That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.
— Mary Gaitskill, Veronica (via nightmarebrunette) (via noran)
chat
monday, 2am
- N: [stared at distant]
- L: hey.
- N: ...
- L: hey. what are you thinking?
- N: [closed eyes] ... you.
- L: me? what about me?
- N: you're there. in my thought. playing.
- L: play what?
- N: playing my mind. and i can't make you stop.
- L: ...
- N: please stop.
- L: huh?
- N: stop playing in my mind. can you please stop?
- L: how?
- N: ...
- L: ...
- N: [whispered] what have you done to me?
- L: ...
- N: ...
- L: i don't know. i wish i know. could you just sleep? maybe i can stop playing in your mind if you fall asleep.
- N: ...
- L: ... hey?
- N: ... if i fall asleep, you're playing in my dreams.
- L: ...
- N: why can't you find another playground?
- L: khwan jai, i don't know how. i wish i know.
- N: please stop.
- L: ...
- N: what have you done to me?
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I loved love and words pertaining to love: tender, cruel, sweet, trusting, excessive, and yet I loved no one.
— Francoise Sagan
