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At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Plato (via alltheselovenotes)
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I feel hollow. Barely human. I feel numb.
There just wasn’t a spark from you- spark of compassion- just tired. I felt inanimate. Dead. Cold. Left to wither. It’s alright I suppose… It’ll be better.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
Oscar Wilde (via fuckmetodubstep)
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Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via blessed-coast)
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Don’t lose yourself just because you found somebody.
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