"She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation."

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin   (via moonsads)

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"I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…"

— Childish Gambino  (via panda—)

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aseaofquotes:

Dorothy Koomson, Goodnight, Beautiful

aseaofquotes:

Dorothy Koomson, Goodnight, Beautiful

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I could use this tonight — well, every night — but more so tonight. 

I could use this tonight — well, every night — but more so tonight. 

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Favorite. 
This is how I imagine you would feel at this moment, like the rest of the world is frozen and it’s just you two; together for what would seem like forever.

Favorite. 

This is how I imagine you would feel at this moment, like the rest of the world is frozen and it’s just you two; together for what would seem like forever.

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dichotomization:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.
On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden.

dichotomization:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.

On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden.

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Another night of missing you too much