May 2013
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It’s tempting, emptiness.
– Vladimir Nabokov (via percevoir)
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I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via le-dilemme)
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My heart is so tired.
– Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via bebemoon)
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Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via kitty-en-classe)
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I regret nothing.
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