December 2011
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a brand new start
hindsight: i’ve said and done some regrettable things, wrangled silently in perilous tug-of-wars and in exchange for painstaking efforts to impress myself, i gave up my ability to feel. days and days ago i saw my near future spelt out in letters and numbers before me and my heart pumped faster and faster until my neck veins engorged with thankfulness and then lightened to a feathery state of...
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“Think how you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t ask you to love me always like...”
– Tender Is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“She began to whisper something in my ear. It’s the strangest thing about...”
– How to Talk to Girls at Parties, Neil Gaiman
